The bamboo outside rustled in the rain and wind. It was quite cold and wet, not really a great day to spend outdoors. Inside, however, in the small hut on the huge mountain surrounded by bamboo, it was nice and warm. Dry and comfortable.

Tea... It smelled of tea and... noodles. Yes. A pleasant smell. While the tea was boiling, Xiao Mei suddenly smelled a strange odor. Looking up, she saw Qiuyuan filling his bamboo bottle with his brew.

The pungent smell came from the fact that the brew was made from many herbs and a bit of alcohol. According to Qiuyuan, he had learned this recipe from an old wanderer. It was supposed to help him have a clearer mindsight.

Qiuyuan was blind... Completely blind. He was born that way. But you could hardly tell. At first, she hadn't even noticed until she looked very close into his dull gray eyes. She and Qiuyuan were a kind of wandering swordsman couple.

"Qiuyuan. Would you like some tea too?"

Her voice was as gentle as still water, as delicate as a butterfly's wings. She smiled gently as he glanced in her direction... He couldn't see it anyway.