This shop's drink cups are quite pretty.
Made entirely of crackled crystal glass, the cup's walls are as thin as cicada wings, refracting fine amber-colored light under the warm pendant lamp.
But they're empty.
The rim is gilded with a narrow band, elegantly holding a spiral-pattern rainbow straw, with a fresh slice of lemon inserted at an angle at the straw's mouth, and two bits of strawberry are scattered at the bottom like rubies adorning a glass cup.
But they're empty.
The cup showcases Lingnan-style intertwined lotus patterns, where the water droplets resemble morning dew rolling over green porcelain, with the play of light and shadow making it seem like a delicate, exquisite piece of craftsmanship.
But it's damn empty.
In the midst of the laughter from the three girls across, Bai Bufan expressionlessly bites the straw, turning his head to glance at the equally expressionless Lin Li.
To be honest, Bai Bufan couldn't hold it after seeing what Lin Li was up to—
