Strangely, the aroma of tea should be fresh and fragrant, but why did it smell somewhat sweet to him?
Could it be because of the tea?
"There is indeed one, from the Cen family. Old Master Cen committed a crime, and the entire Cen family was implicated. His so-called fiancée is facing a death sentence, but she can't escape punishment either. It seems she was sent to a nunnery."
Shen Jiao whispered even softer: "Can one never return to secular life?"
Ji Yan said, "I can never return to secular life."
This was the first time Shen Jiao had heard gossip about Liang Heng. What kind of tragic love story was this?
Do they know each other?
It wouldn't be so tragic if Liang Heng and his fiancée weren't close.
Ji chuckled: "Childhood sweethearts, what do you think?"
Shen Jiao sighed: "It's so pitiful that people who love each other can't be together."
Ji Yan narrowed her eyes. "Pitiful? There's nothing to pity about."
After saying that, he picked up the teacup in front of Shen Jiao and took a sip.
The tyrant immediately frowned; the tea didn't taste good, it wasn't sweet.
Shen Jiao: "..."
She was very puzzled.
No, everyone has their own teacup, why would you drink from hers?
It took her a long time to let it cool down!
Most importantly, the tea was poured from the same teapot and was exactly the same, so why did Ji Yan drink her cup?
Could it be some strange psychological reason at play?
For example, is it true that other people's mothers cook better than your own mothers?
Why does the bag of spicy strips in my friend's hand taste especially better?
So, the tyrant thought her drink tasted especially good?
Shen Jiao's teacup was snatched away, so she had no choice but to drink Ji Yan's cup instead.
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