On the eve of New Year's Eve, the Song Dynasty finished all the things at hand in July. That afternoon, she was going to a place.

The car drove along without hesitation.

Finally stopped at a teahouse.

But the teahouse is getting old. Only the gold-lettered sign above the eaves, but also such a clear and striking, "King come again" three words reflected in the eyes of the Song Dynasty in July, she took back her sight, bowed her head and entered.

"Hello, Miss, how many are you?" A waiter came up and asked.

Looking at each other in July, Song smiled and said, "I have an appointment with your...