Chapter 45 You Don't Love Him

I was drinking tea, the new tea was Biluochun Green Tea, especially refreshing. It had completely cleansed the greasiness from the food I had just eaten.

A remark from Mrs. Sang made my hand tremble, and the tea scalded the tip of my tongue, the pain lingering in tendrils.

I set down the teacup to look at Mrs. Sang's facial expression; she was still smiling. I didn't know how to respond, so I could only say naively, "He didn't propose to me, I don't know."

"But he told me," Mrs. Sang also put down her teacup, her fingers like jade onions, pinching seeds from the plate to crack open.

She tossed the shelled seeds into another clean, empty plate. I numbly watched her shell seeds, listening as she continued to speak slowly.

"You are the first girl from Sang Qi that he has been willing to bring before me. I had pictured what you might look like before coming here, and you're not quite what I expected."