In the rustic courtyard, the petals of several flowering crabapple trees rustled down. Wisps of steam rose from a celadon teacup on the stone table, and the hem of a light blue skirt, spread over a stone stool, swayed gently in the breeze.
Meng Qiewei raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing at the entrance without much concern.
As she lifted the teacup, her wide sleeve slid down to reveal a wrist as white as frost, her fingertips appearing almost transparent in the daylight.
The moment she lowered her gaze to take a gentle sip, Qing Dai was already standing behind her, waiting respectfully.
Meng Qiewei drank her tea, unconcerned, as if nothing in the outside world could affect her movements.
After a long moment, she slowly set down the teacup, her gaze falling to the tabletop.
"My lady, isn't it hot?" Qing Dai asked.
At that moment, frost melted on the teacup, and Qing Dai fell silent.
Meng Qiewei remained silent. She was waiting for the Secret Realm to open.
