In the end, the boy stopped crying after Tayson gave him his number.

When she got back to the guesthouse, she looked at the door opposite to hers. She knew it was Sheffield's room.

After a short pause, Evelyn returned to her bedroom. She felt a little guilty.

Evelyn didn't go out and took her supper in her room. The next morning, she went to a tea plantation to pick tea leaves.

Where Evelyn was vacationing was famous for a certain kind of oolong tea. It was vastly different from the Tieguanyin tea, both in appearance and taste.

Last night, it rained heavily. The air in the tea plantation was fresher. As soon as Evelyn picked up a basket, a group of people came to pick tea Leaves as well.

She didn't notice until someone called out, “Isn't that your friend,

Dr. Sheffield?"

Hearing that, Evelyn turned her head. It was Sheffield, tying his shoe laces. He raised his head and looked at her. With excitement in his eyes, he quickly tied his shoes and ran over.

“Wow, what a coincidence!" he said.

Sheffield wore a sky blue casual shirt today, and the smile on his face was still that rakish smirk he always wore, a grin that hinted at danger. And he looked none the worse for Evelyn's harsh words, as if nothing happened yesterday. He was still so happy when he saw her

His generosity embarrassed Evelyn. She nodded slightly and apologized,

“I'm sorry."

“For what?" he asked in confusion.

“About yesterday..." she explained uncomfortably.

"I had no clue the old woman's backpack was filled with dangerous goods."

“I've dealt with her kind before. Don't worry. Just be careful from now on. I have to go! See ya later!"

Before Evelyn could respond, Sheffield had already returned to his buddies.

Evelyn was a little disappointed when she saw him with his colleagues talking, laughing, clapping each other on the back.

She shook it off and walked into the tea plantation with a wicker basket.

The plantation was located on a mountain. Evelyn's new sneakers were soon stained with clay, dirt, and who knew what else.

She took out a wet tissue and tried to clean them. A futile gesture, as after two minutes, they were muddy once more. At last, she gave up and decided to clean them after getting back to the guesthouse.

At the top of the mountain, a female tea leaf picker waited for her.

She took her to a high-class tea plantation and taught her to pick the tender sprouts. The process involved finding the young and juicy leaves with a portion of the stem and a bud at the end. Then when she found that, she carefully picked it and placed it in her basket.

Evelyn really enjoyed this. It was relaxing, Zen-like. She stayed on the hilltop a while Longer, her mood much improved.