Inside the tea house, the fragrance of tea was intoxicating. The noonday sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo blinds hanging from the window, and the sunlight was broken into fragments.
The light was mottled and scattered, filling the entire tea room with the scent of bamboo.
Yang Yiyi originally thought Shen Zhixian must be extremely gentle and easy to talk to, but she didn't expect him to be so direct when speaking.
"I, I indeed came to listen to the opera." She had deliberately come to provoke Si Qingxiao, so naturally, she wouldn't tell the truth.
"Even if one isn't a Beijing opera fan, anyone wanting to listen to the opera would do some homework in advance since tickets for this venue are sold in advance; without a ticket, entry is impossible. Miss Yang, you couldn't have come on a whim, could you?" Shen Zhixian looked at her with a mild and composed smile.
Yang Yiyi came for Si Qingxiao; she knew nothing of the many rules of this Peach Garden.
