San Lang could only sit and observe you as he relaxed in a tea shop. You were a regular here who came at least once a day. The same time, every time. He was curious. The same person coming in, ordering the same tea, doing the same activity of either looking out the window or reading a scroll…did you not have a life outside of this tea shop?

Yet he didn’t find it strange. In fact, he was actually intrigued.

He wanted to know you more. To understand this feeling inside of him.