Ye Huang pursed his lips.
The fur collar on his hood fluttered with the light breeze, and beneath the hat, his face appeared somewhat pale.
After two days in the hospital and another day of rest, he still hadn't regained his full energy. Ah, Bai Xiao felt a pang in her heart and slipped her hand into his pocket for warmth.
Soon, they arrived at Floral Story.
Even in winter, the entrance of the store was adorned with fresh flowers and green plants, a breath of fresh air. The proprietress was sweeping the crushed snow from the entrance when she saw Ye Huang and Bai Xiao, her face breaking into a radiant smile, "Here to buy books or to have seals carved?"
"To drink tea," Ye Huang stopped in his tracks, standing at the entrance, looking inside, "Is Hua Shan around?"
"Yes, come in!" the proprietress said.
Ye Huang and Bai Xiao entered, where Hua Shan was seated at the tea table, brewing and sipping tea by himself, the rich aroma of aged Pu'er tea wafting through the little cabin.
