"Clara, I've been looking for you for seven whole months! If it weren't for everyone in the circle scrambling to drink this tea and me tasting this familiar flavor, I don't know how much longer I would have searched!" Chris took a deep breath and finally spoke.
Clara sat at the table, calmly warming the cups and brewing tea, her movements smooth and effortless, as if the man in front of her was just an ordinary tea guest. Boiling water poured in, and the fragrance of tea curled up. Chris looked at her, his heart feeling as if it was being tightly squeezed by something. She had changed. She was no longer the haggard woman she used to be; there was more calm in her eyebrows and eyes, and her every gesture was even more beautiful than when she was unmarried.
"Clara..." he murmured.
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