He has been observing you for a while now. It’s safe to say, San Lang has grown very fond of you.

“Are you enjoying the tea?” San Lang snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of your voice. A chuckle escaped his lips as he leans back on the couch with the cup of tea in his hand.

“Of course I am. You made it after all.” His red eyes glances over at your figure where you stood in the small kitchen. His gaze softens at the sight of you. He knew his identity had to be revealed sooner or later.