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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　"You're the owner of this shop? I thought you became a dance teacher?" Wu Jia asked as the three sat down.

　　"I failed the examination…" Li Yiming said.

　　"But with your skills…" Wu Jia's words were cut short after remembering that skill was not the only criteria that mattered during a job search.

　　Li Yiming shrugged his shoulders, picked up the kettle of red tea and filled his guests' cups.

　　Yang Wei was now in an awkward situation. He had planned to show off to Wu Jia to impress her, but now that her attention had s.h.i.+fted to the tea shop's owner who had happened to be her old cla.s.smate, he found all of his plans and schemes to be disrupted.

　　"It's not bad. I've always wanted to have a quiet life like this. Your shop looks nice, but the business…" Wu Jia quickly changed the subject of the conversation.

　　"It's only been a few days since we took over, sorry. Jiaw.a.n.g, could you go get some snacks from the supermarket across?" Li Yiming asked.

　　Chen Jiaw.a.n.g quickly ran outside while Li Yiming and Wu Jia began chit-chatting about old times and what their other cla.s.smates were currently doing. With Wu Jia's straight personality and warm smile, the mood of the conversation brightened, especially considering Li Yiming's apparent apathy.

　　At this point, Yang Wei had gotten impatient. What he had in mind was to invite Wu Jia to this quiet, well-furnished tea house as part of a date, but he ended up being excluded from the conversation. What bothered him even more was how warmly Wu Jia smiled when she saw Li Yiming, and he suspected that she considered Li Yiming as more than just a friend.

　　"How's business been?" Despite Yang Wei's anxiousness to find an excuse to break up the conversation, he had enough common decency to refrain himself from interrupting them. After thinking about it over, he decided to subtly s.h.i.+ft the conversation toward a more favorable direction.

　　"To be honest, you're my first customers," The casual conversation put Li Yiming at ease. Even since he became a guardian, he felt like his life had spiraled out of control. It had been far too long since he sat down and socialized with an old friend. This encounter with Wu Jia reminded him of the words inscribed onto the wooden screen at the entrance: Three millennia of recorded history, fraught with power, l.u.s.t, and greed; Ninety thousand miles of meditation, only to return to gardening, wine, and poetry.

　　"Oh? That bracelet of yours looks nice! What is it made of? Rosewood?" Li Yiming's answer made it difficult to further make fun of, so Yang Wei tried another approach. He looked at the wooden bracelet which Li Yiming put on the table and remarked.

　　Yang Wei had spent a considerable amount of time studying such accessories. In fact, he was able to tell that the bracelet was a replica and that someone had been playing around with it for a long time.