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"Knock knock," suddenly there was a sound of knocking on the door.
Quentin Thorne withdrew his hand and smiled, "Perhaps it's the refreshments being delivered." Saying this, he called towards the direction of the sliding door, "Please come in."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, the pace moderate, with a magnetic timbre, somewhat like a news anchor's voice: resonant, clean, textured, full of emotion.
After the teahouse waiter placed two trays of refreshments down, he left again.
"Here, Annie, try this; it should taste good." Quentin Thorne broke the silence in the room, using a fork to place a piece of Dragon Beard Pastry onto the small wooden tray in front of Sienna Thornton.
Sienna Thornton was momentarily stunned by the sound of "Annie" and looked at him in a daze.
The sound of "Annie" had been swirling in Quentin Thorne's mind for ages, so he seemed oblivious at this point, and placed another piece of Mung Bean Cake onto Sienna Thornton's plate.
