Wufu was invited by Ah Jiu to his spacious carriage for tea. The interior was roomy, complete with small tables and welcoming pillows; at the moment, a red clay stove was bubbling away, boiling water, the charcoal heating the whole carriage to a cozy warmth, creating a stark contrast to the icy, snowy white world outside.
The man seated opposite her at the Yellow Pear Wood table was clad in a purple brocade robe, his hair wrapped in a Purple Jade Hairpin. He held up his sleeves with one hand while pouring tea with the other, his movements flowing smoothly like clouds and water, quite a feast for the eyes.
Resting her cheek on her hand, Wufu admired the view. Indeed, beauty was pleasing to the eye. Someone who was born attractive seemed pleasing in everything they did.
The aroma of the tea wafted through the carriage, and before her appeared a white jade teacup, the tea within clear and fragrant, its aroma hitting her nose.
"Please," said Ah Jiu, extending his hand.
