"These experiences enrich life, but also weather it."
"Yet every event experienced in this life is not something we can say no to."
Fang Che said bitterly: "Indeed, every event in life cannot be refused. The Ninth Lord was right!"
Dongfang Sansan said: "This third cup of tea is called 'Dust Heart Years.' This tea is produced on the Guardian Continent, and under heaven, there are only two tea trees at the headquarters. The tea trees are mystical, often dragging their roots, wandering outside my window late at night... just like a couple taking a stroll."
Fang Che's heavy mood was nearly lightened by these two sentences.
Suddenly recalling the vine he had driven away with a splash of urine, he couldn't help but feel his belly filled with laughter.
This midnight stroll with roots outside Dongfang Sansan's window seemed ghostly no matter how you looked at it.
