East Capital University, Dean's Office of the Law School.
Sunlight slanted through the windows, casting a gentle glow on the polished mahogany floor.
The air was thick with the rich scent of old book pages mixed with a faint aroma of tea.
The office's decor was both elegant and solemn, with entire walls lined with bookshelves filled with heavyweight tomes on law and foreign literature, exuding a sense of accumulated knowledge.
Dong Yunchuan sat behind the tea table, skillfully handling a set of exquisite Yixing clay tea utensils.
His fingers were thick and strong, evidently the hands of someone who practiced martial arts for years, seeming slightly out of place with the identity of a law school professor.
Yet, his movements in brewing and pouring tea carried the particular elegance unique to literati.
"Come, Ah Cheng, try this pre-rain Longjing tea of mine."
