In Xu Chang'an's eyes, the scenery in this room was at its best.
Yun Qian, gentle and delicate, held a warm cup of ginger tea with both hands, lightly sipping it, leaving a lip print on the rim. Faint mist rose from the corner of her mouth.
Opposite Yun Qian was Wen Li, whose temperament was entirely different. She held a tea cup, her hair covering half an eye. Despite wearing a long dress, her mere presence exuded a sense of steadiness and reassurance.
Xu Chang'an originally thought Wen Li would be more masculine, but actually, perhaps it was an illusion, Senior Wen seemed softer when with Miss Yun.
"..."
Xu Chang'an stood at the door, slightly dazed. The cold wind cleared his mind considerably.
He felt he had underestimated Senior Wen's social skills. This seemingly reticent senior sister might actually be very capable, managing to converse with his wife in such a short time.
Moreover, he could see that Yun Qian's attitude towards Wen Li was not dismissive.
