Seeing Yan Qingrui a little stunned, the young man smiled. The handsome man, who was originally as handsome as a painting, suddenly became unparalleled and bright.

Yan Qingrui remembered the heavenly stems in the capital nowadays and praised Shangguan Qianyu: The bright wind and clear moon are free from dust, and the bright wind is like the moon.

This person's smile is truly brilliant and unparalleled.

The young man said, "How about this tea?"

Yan Qingrui nodded lightly and said, "Okay!"

Just one word, the young man nodded and said, "My bitter rain, all those who have drunk it, only have this one word to evaluate!"

Yan Qingrui said: "No, everything is full of flavor, the lips are on the teeth and the tongue, but after many twists and turns, only this word is melted by the mouth. There is nothing more."

The young man smiled and said, "That's right, the real taste of precipitation is like this, which can make people talk endlessly, that is superficial, that can make people linger, that is cliché, that can make people praise it, that is normal, but it makes people turn around in their hearts, but only one word of evaluation, and nothing more is my bitter rain."

Yan Qingrui said: "Did you make this tea yourself?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled. There was both dust-cut and arrogant arrogance in his smile, but he looked at Yan Qingrui, his eyebrows trembled, as if telling her a big secret, and said, "You don't know that this tea was accidentally revealed by me. Except in the Shadow Valley, there is no more in the world. I carefully prepared it and I can get two taels a year!"

You can get two taels per year!

Yan Qingrui looked at the young man without a trace.

The Shadow Valley only opens once every three years. Although the time for the opening of the valley is the time for picking tea, it is impossible to pick and make tea so calmly, let alone two taels a year.

This person is an indigenous person in Shadowless Valley.

Yan Qingrui took another sip of tea and tasted the five flavors of life like reincarnation, and felt a little bitter on her lips.

That bitterness is not the bitterness of tea, but the bitterness of life. Is this the origin of the name of Kuyu Tea?

She remembered her previous life, ten years of training and five years of hard work. At the age of twenty-two, she became the seventh-ranked thief in the world and never failed to make a move. Her business was even more powerful. The multinational group company has stable performance growth every year. She also owns two thousand hectares of farms and two private islands. There are probably seven or eight houses and villas she bought in various places, which is considered a prosperous life.

However, just saving someone, all this did not belong to her. She came to this world and walked out of her own way step by step.

Even now, she has the Wanyu Hall, and the name of the Silver-faced Man is quite famous in the world. Her grandfather’s unjust death is already being investigated. She will settle the enemies of that year one by one.

Or in the eyes of others, she is also extremely glorious, but only she understands the pain, pain and fatigue in her heart.

Only she herself knows the struggles, struggles, the amazing explosions between life and death, and the boundless despair when there is no one in the dark night.

For two lifetimes, she has only herself.

There is no warmth of family affection, no nourishment of love, no friendship...or there should be friendship in this life, such as Bai Xiaoxi, but that is only friendship belonging to the original body, not hers.
Chapter completed!