Sitting in the shop at the depths of this quaint little alley, watching the people running frantically outside in the pouring rain, and touching the cup filled with fragrant, elegant flower tea at their side, Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua couldn't help but be amazed.
It was because of the place's delicate elegance and the subtle charm that emanated from within, a tranquility that allowed one's heart to settle.
Feng Qingyang smiled and took a sip of tea. His cup was clearly a pale green teacup carved with bamboo leaves, and the tea inside was a light green, exuding fragrance.
It was very different from the subtle rosy red of the tea in Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua's cups.
"Isn't this place nice?"
Feng Qingyang looked at the girl opposite him. The window was of an open style, with classic partitioned carved windows that opened outwards, covered by a European-style awning, yet it didn't affect this visual contrast at all.
It gave an indescribable sense of harmonious charm.
