Feng Yun said indifferently, "Get up."
Daman shook her head, kneeling sincerely and persistently.
Feng Yun glanced at her, sat down, and calmly poured tea.
Daman quickly crawled forward, took the tea cup from her hands skillfully just like she had done countless times before, and placed it squarely in front of Feng Yun.
The sound of flowing water entered the ears.
Feng Yun silently appraised her.
There was no blame, no questioning, just a tranquil gaze pouring out like water, making Daman feel thoroughly chilled from head to toe.
"My lady." Her hands rested on her knees, her eyes downcast.
"Daman is ashamed before my lady, please punish me," she said.
Then she kowtowed again, bowing low to the ground.
Feng Yun let out a faint cold laugh, "What fault do you have?"
Daman said, "I have not been in contact with my lady for two years... Does my lady resent me?"
Two years.
It had already been two years.
Feng Yun raised her hand, touched the tea cup, and said indifferently:
