C1117 Why Are You Afraid

An airtight room, a simple candle on a long table, perhaps burning all night long, filled the table with red wax.

Qin Beihsing touched the green porcelain teapot with his hand and said lightly,

"The tea is cold. I will go to the tea room."

Gu Donglee shook her head. Her heart was cold. No matter how hot the tea was