Xu Qing looked at the teacup the old monk handed her and nodded as she took it. There was tea in the white porcelain cup. The teacup was as white as snow and there was a vivid lotus flower carved on it, giving off a peaceful vibe. She smelled the tea. It smelled very aromatic and was obviously high-quality tea.
Xu Qing sniffed it and tasted it slightly. However, she subconsciously frowned. "This tea…"
"How is it?" The old monk asked kindly.
"It's very bitter… but there's a sweet aftertaste." Xu Qing seemed to understand something.
The old monk immediately chuckled. "Bliss comes after suffering! Since the heavens have already given you true love, why bother dwelling on the past and worrying about the future? Cherish the present."
Xu Qing's expression changed and she immediately looked up at the old monk. Just as she was about to ask something, the old monk smiled and shook his head. "Words are unnecessary!"
