TAP, TAP, TAP
Tang Wen, a large towel wrapped around his waist, walked barefoot across the floor.
He had eaten a whole banquet, slept for a day and a night, and then taken a hot bath.
It was indescribably comfortable.
He looked up at the sky. It was as blue as if it had been washed clean, utterly cloudless.
It gave him the sudden illusion of having returned to the world of the living.
"Young Master, your medicinal tea." The housekeeper handed him a cup of dark tea.
Tang Wen took it and drank it in one gulp. The bitter, astringent flavors immediately flooded his senses.
He drank it three times a day and had already had hundreds of cups, but he still wasn't used to the taste.
However, anything that could make him better and stronger...
...was never going to taste very good.
Liang Yu handed him some clear water. He rinsed his mouth and spat into the spittoon.
The housekeeper handed him honeyed water.
Liang Yu held a cup of light tea.
