"Is it really you... Xiaomu?!"
Though many guesses flickered in his mind, when Wu Lie truly laid eyes on him, his heart surged like a stormy sea, overwhelmed with emotion.
"Uncle Wu, come in and have a seat. I'll brew a pot of tea."
"Alright..."
Inside the room, Wu Lie opened his mouth several times wanting to speak, but the words got swallowed before they were uttered. Soon Su Mu brewed a pot of tea, first pouring a cup for Uncle Wu, then one for himself.
Wisps of steam rose, the fragrance of tea filled the room, Su Mu sat quietly, having somewhat anticipated Wu Lie's arrival.
"Good tea."
Not knowing what to say, Wu Lie opened the teacup, raised the cup, and lightly sipped. The aroma was rich, but at this moment Wu Lie had no mind to savor the tea.
