The rain outside softened into a steady drizzle...
Zhao Tian lifted his cup once more, finishing the last of his tea in an unhurried sip before setting it down.
Neither spoke as Zhao Tian reached for one of the small snacks placed on the lacquer tray between them.
Lan Shuqin, distracted by the warmth blooming in her chest, reached for the same dish at that exact moment.
Their fingers brushed, and Lan Shuqin froze, a small shiver running through her body.
Her breath hitched, and she instinctively drew her hand back.
Her cheeks flushed with crimson, spreading from her neck upward until her ears turned red. 'Fool! Why am I reacting like this?'
Zhao Tian glanced sideways at her and with a faint chuckle he muttered "Shuqin, your hand is colder than the rain outside."
She jolted, looking down at her hands as if they betrayed her "I-I… it's just the weather,"
