C205 Her Identity

In the room, the fragrance of tea wafted in the air.

There was a thin layer of mist rising in the room, making it seem like a dream or illusion. It carried a unique fragrance that belonged to the taste of tea, refreshing the heart and soul.

Pitiful Snow placed the cup of tea in front of Yi Xiaoqiao and sighed deeply. "Madam, please have some tea."

Yi Xiaoqiao sipped the tea