Our Story
Distance between two warm cups of tea is exactly the distance between two hearts.
The Spring We First Met
It was May — the wind still carried the sweetness of locust blossoms. We met at a small teahouse on the corner. You ordered a cup of soy-milk jade dew. I smiled and said I'd have the same.
Only later did we know — it wasn't coincidence. It was the first line fate wrote for us.
From that day on, every ordinary day has had a reason to be remembered.