In the tea room, Ning Xin came once.

That year, she had a dispute with his father here for He Dongfan.

Ning Xin felt that this was not a gentle place.

What is different from that year is a wisp of tea fragrance rising from the curl, which is a little warm.

Ning Xin sat with her hands folded on her thighs. Her scarf was set aside, and she watched the old lady elegantly make tea.

She knew that as a junior, she shouldn't wait for the elders' tea here, but she looked at the pile of unknown things, and she didn't know at all.

As time passed, Ning Xin's fingers clenched together.

Finally, a small cup of tea was placed in front of Ning Xin, still rippling.

Ning Xin hurriedly said, "Thank you." ”

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