[ Jiang Cheng has spent so long keeping himself separate from people that being any kind of close is a new realm of intimacy. He feels himself open his mouth to speak and then close it swiftly, suddenly unsure of what to do or say.

He doesn’t think he can misstep, but he worries all the same. ]

The tea makes me honest. I’ll hear it often, you just have to say it. It’s a name, and it sounds good when you say it.