The night enveloped the entire Jing Garden, and the walls covered with roses emitted a rich fragrance under the moonlight. In the backyard, interwoven shadows of light created a hazy picture.
Su Lingzhi sat alone under the albizia tree, looking at the tea table she had been interacting with for a month, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.
Coming out of her reverie, she took a piece of tea cake, placed it into a tea scoop, ground it into powder, and then used the tea whisk to create delicate foam, once again trying her hand at tea art.
Last night, Lili couldn't tell she had drawn a cat, which left her quite frustrated. Tonight, she intended to recreate last night's drawing so he could properly appreciate her artistry.
Before long, the image of a cat appeared in the tea.
Su Lingzhi contemplated the pattern for a moment and then drew a butterfly on the cat's nose.
After completing it, she took out her phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to Fu Yinli.
