Having dealt with the issues at the manor, it was already long past sunset, and rushing back now would likely mean not being able to get into the city.
"Stay the night." Ah Chen looked at the sky, where there were still some fiery clouds, beneath which lay the dark forest.
As night fell, the sounds of insects began, adding a touch of liveliness.
Ah Chen holding the cup, drank the warm tea, did not feel there was anything wrong with drinking tea at night. The busy day passed, and having this rare free time was somewhat unsettling; she preferred having things to do.
Once she stopped, it seemed she stopped thinking.
Ying Fang came in from outside, glanced at the white porcelain cup in Ah Chen's hand, his serious face almost cracking: "Young Master, it's already dark, isn't it bad to drink strong tea now?"
She grabbed the cup from Ah Chen's hand, picked up the teapot and shook it, her expression changing; half of it had been drunk, was she planning not to sleep?
