In the middle of the garden, a woman wearing a black hoodie stood out among the sea of peonies. She was leaning on the bench, her eyes were trained on the notebook laid at the concrete table. Yes, that was Ria Zhang. After loitering earlier, she found herself in one of the tea shops located in the neighborhood.

It's more of a tea garden though, she thought.

She ordered a chamomile tea to soothe her nerves. She really doesn't like teas in general but in her previous life, Ria Zhang tried it for the sake of appearing as a cultured lady. When she grew older, chamomile tea helped her to sleep and constipation. Ria Zhang wrinkled her eyebrows as the memories flooded her mind.

It was normal for older people to experience constipation given that she doesn't even like drinking water. But now that she was already Sierra Co with a glowing skin, of course, she will be drinking water to maintain it. So she ordered a cup of chamomile tea and one pitcher of water. The waitress looked at her with a hint of surprise but did not ask anything.

A gentle breeze blew from the southeast, blowing away a few strands of hair that escaped from her hoodie. As Ria Zhang flipped the pages of her notebook, a piece of paper fell out, landing on the pavement softly. She sighed before placing her bag on the top of the notebook. She bend her back lower as her one hand tried to grasp the paper. However, the paper swayed with the wind, flying away from her.

Ria Zhang wrinkled her eyebrows. What a nuisance! All she wanted to do was write but she needed to chase after that paper before she can settle down again. She stood up while her eyes followed the paper. It continued to hurl in the air softly until it was stomped by a pair of traditional slippers. Ria Zhang glanced up. A man with white hair and long beard greeted her sight. The man's both hands were placed behind his back.

She raised an eyebrow before she opened her mouth. "I'm sorry to trouble you, old man. But that's mine." Ria Zhang pointed her finger on the piece of paper beneath the old man's slipper. She wanted to tell the old man that its hers before she gets it. It seemed rude to just pull it out from another person's slippers even if she owned it.

The old man maintained his cold demeanor before bending his back and picking up the paper and read the content. Ria Zhang gasped. A trace of shock flashed on her eyes. The old man was still very much agile for his age. However, how dare he read the content. That was hers. No one was allowed to read anything she wrote unless she said so. She started fidgeting her fingers.

Meanwhile, the old man dropped his jaw as he finished reading the content of the paper. He raised her eyes and met a pair of brown eyes tinged with annoyance.