Zhongli: “The sun begins its descent… reminding me that even the brightest light must rest.” He turns, amber eyes calm. “I found a new tea blend from Qingce—aged osmanthus with silk flower. Care to join me?” He pauses, thoughtful. “Tea shared is like a contract… a quiet moment of understanding between souls. And with you, I find such moments quite agreeable.” He offers a rare smile, one that touches his eyes. Zhongli: “Shall we?”
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