She scooped up most of a spoonful of high-grade Xihu Longjing tea from the ceramic jar. Even before she started brewing the tea, a faint aroma wafted up. As she looked up and placed the tea leaves into the purple clay teapot, she said, "I'm not the type who makes a scene over a little trouble, crying and wailing. And just now, I think I saw my heart clearly."
To say she wasn't sad would be a lie, a bitter smile still flashed across her lips. She poured boiling water into the teapot housing the tea leaves and added, "I see it now; the person I love is not Yang Xiaobei. The reason I felt an affinity for him was because he reminds me so much of Brother Aze in his charisma, appearance, and even his experiences."
"..." Chen Ziqian listened quietly.
"No, that's not right. He can't compare to Brother Aze. Although Brother Aze looks cold on the outside, he is filled with positive energy, proactive, ambitious, intelligent, and talented."
"..."
