When she emerged, the sky outside was still dark, in fact, it was only around ten o'clock, but now she couldn't sleep anymore, so she casually picked up a book and began to flip through it, page by page, reading without knowing how much time had passed before she fell asleep. The next day, when she woke up, the book was still in her hands, coincidentally opened to that one page, marked by traces of her reading.
Friends gather with no regard to age; on this day of reunion, you just happen to come as I am here. The water is just right, the tea is just perfect. You come, from a crowd of strangers, like a chance meeting in this vast jianghu. Relationships formed over myriad lifetimes, all prearranged.
Nodding with a smile, staying silent without a word, simply lifting the tea cup is enough. Within this cup, lie infinite causes and effects, a gentle sip is all it takes, no need to delve deeper.
