Earlier in the teahouse, Huo Sining had already noticed this Miss Yue, but due to the many people around, she couldn't say much.
Back at Mincheng Meiyuan, Huo Sining heard the manager talking to this young lady, so she remembered her surname.
This Miss Yue had very fair skin, with features that seemed extremely delicate and exquisite, but for some unknown reason, there was always a distant and aloof aura about her that made her seem hard to approach.
"Please have some tea."
A cup of tea was offered in front of her, accompanied by Miss Yue's voice, gentle and melodious as always, like a calm orchid in a secluded valley, gentle as water, almost song-like.
Huo Sining was startled for a moment before regaining her senses, quickly standing up to accept the tea cup into her own hands.
Unexpectedly, as her hand brushed against Miss Yue's wrist, Huo Sining's gaze inadvertently caught sight of something strange happening at Miss Yue's left wrist.
