While wandering through the City of Gods, Su Ming'an discovered its eerie nature, with various sweet shops and bakeries around, where food never spoils, as if time had stopped at a certain moment.
There was a faint clink in the tea house as Lin Guang placed the brewed tea before him, his movements somewhat awkward.
"We're friends now, aren't we?" Lin Guang's eyes shone brightly. "This is the first time I've made tea, and I hope you will drink it."
"..." Su Ming'an's hand rested on the surface of the teacup, hesitating as he gazed at the red tea.
But in an instant, Lin Guang's gaze turned dark. He stared intently at Su Ming'an's hand. If Su Ming'an didn't drink, he would chop it off.
Remembering how just last cycle he had been shot and his leg broken, Su Ming'an still reached out and drank the tea.
Seeing Lin Guang's mood ease, Su Ming'an put down his teacup. "Lin Guang, promise me one thing."
Lin Guang looked up. "You say."
