The burning pain in my throat was still spreading, and I grabbed the edge of the table. The moment his fingertips sank into the carved wood grain, he saw clearly his fifteen-year-old self in the bronze mirror - the rouge had not faded, and the golden steps were trembling lightly on the temples.
"Sister, why don't you drink it?" Liu Ruyan held a gilt wine cup and came closer, her almond-shaped eyes filled with the same concern in her previous life, "This is the pear blossom wine that His Highness the Crown Prince rewarded."
