"In any case, don't ask too many questions. The more you know, the worse it is for you." Beitang Huan shook her head, pulling Xia Qingqian to sit down, and personally poured her a cup of tea: "Qian Qian, but you don't need to worry. I believe Brother Yao will protect you, and I will stay by your side."
"Alright! Then I won't ask anything." Xia Qingqian picked up the tea Beitang Huan had brewed, brought it to her nose and sniffed lightly, then gave a gentle smile: "This tea smells so good. I really enjoy this kind of time, as calm as still water. Although I don't know what will happen next, I will approach it with a calm heart."
Beitang Huan's gaze lingered on the curling white steam, a wave of sorrow rising in her heart, and she said very seriously: "Qian Qian, can you mention to Brother Yao to let me live here?"
