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Chapter Thirty: The Dew of White Dew
The dining area in the front hall was filled with a variety of snacks and desserts.
The staff were enthusiastically serving food to the guests, and as she walked by, the enticing sweet aromas captivated her, making it impossible for her to move on.
"Miss, would you like a piece of cake? It's freshly made by our pastry chef!"
"Thank you!" She reached out to take the plate.
Junxi didn't have a deep obsession with sweets, but the dessert lover Zhou Ziyan had once said that sweets were a magical remedy for improving one's mood.
She had never believed it before, and now she was simply grasping at straws in desperation.
Indeed, the harmonious figures of Zhou Xuanyu and the Infant Water Spirit standing side by side were her demons.
Junxi held the plate and navigated around the front hall. On the balcony, there were wicker lounge chairs for resting. She placed the plate aside and sat down, lifting her skirt.
It was already dark.
The night view within a hundred miles of this front hall was so beautiful it seemed otherworldly. The reason Baili Palace was named as such was precisely because of this.
More and more people filled the hall, and through the crowd, Junxi could no longer see where Zhou Xuanyu and the Infant Water Spirit were. Perhaps it was better this way; it felt peaceful.
She scooped a spoonful of cake and brought it to her mouth. The cream was particularly smooth and delicate, and the refreshing sweetness of matcha lingered delightfully. She took another scoop... as if she had become addicted.
The glass door of the balcony was pushed open slightly, and footsteps approached her direction.
Junxi put down her spoon and heard someone calling her.
"Teacher Wen."
She looked up to see a handsome man in a suit smiling at her from the glass door.
"Mr. Shen." Junxi stood up.
He was her last part-time employer, Minya's father, Shen Yunchong.
"I thought I was mistaken, but it really is you."
Shen Yunchong walked over to her, glancing down at the plate where she had devoured most of the cake.
While other women shied away from such things, she seemed to enjoy it wholeheartedly. However, he remembered that she wasn't particularly picky about food and didn't fuss much.
"It's been a long time."
"Yes, it has. You have no idea how much Minya misses you."
Shen Yunchong made a casual gesture towards her and took a seat across from Junxi.
"I miss her too." Junxi sat down as well.
"Then come by sometime. I'll have someone pick you up."
"No need." She quickly waved her hand. "I can go by myself."
Shen Yunchong smiled, always wearing that expression as if worried he might have taken something from her. Most men find it hard to resist such an expression.
Junxi felt shy under his gaze and instinctively averted her eyes, taking another bite of the cake. The gentle flavor had begun to feel cloying at some point, though she couldn't pinpoint when.
"Teacher Wen," Shen Yunchong suddenly called out to her again.
"Mm."
Teacher Wen—Minya never called her that, but Shen Yunchong did so naturally, and she found it oddly fitting.
"Your..." He gestured near his lips, "cake..."
The laughter in Shen Yunchong's eyes was nearly overflowing.
Junxi stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant. She extended her tongue to lick the cream stuck at the corner of her mouth. However, the cream was too high up, and despite several attempts, she couldn't reach it.
Seeing her struggle, Shen Yunchong seemed unable to hold back any longer. He raised his hand and gently brushed his fingertip against the corner of her lips...
"Junxi!"
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