The clouds were thick, and as noon approached, the sun still failed to struggle out, leaving the room dim and obscure.
Ke Zhenwu sat alone facing the front hall entrance, cradling a cup of tea in his hands, pondering something with bowed head. Not having seen him for merely three or five days, it seemed he had aged further, his white hair even more abundant.
Meng Yuhuai took a deep breath outside the door, silently walked in, and came straight to stand before him, saying nothing for a long while.
The elder looked up, his face surprisingly bearing a smile, and chuckled, "Punishment by standing? You're so stiff and straight, just looking at you makes me feel weary. Why not sit down and talk? I've got some Lu'an Melon Seed tea given to me by someone today. I remember you used to quite enjoy this refreshing taste. It's perfect for the humid and hot weather we're having now. Care to try?"
Without waiting for a response, he poured a cup and pushed it toward him.
