After that sudden glimpse of the gentle and beautiful Shushuang on the street, I never saw her again.
Even though I walked through the ancient streets of Chang'an, I never saw her again.
Now at 3:00 noon, I am sitting by the window in my slightly exquisite little teahouse.
When I turned my head and looked towards the stairs of the tea house.
Jushuang came towards me against the soft sunlight outside my window.
So I clearly saw the smile on her soft face.
She said softly, "I'll treat you to tea."
She sat opposite me, holding a porcelain cup with blue and white porcelain patterns on the watermark.
She smiled gently amid the wisps of steaming camellia smoke.