The red wine has been hanging on the wall of the glass for too long, leaving a thin layer of traces.
I stared at Su Wanqing's movements of shaking the cup, and I always felt that something was wrong. She wore full makeup today, her eyes were drawn more delicately than usual, and she even chose the most authentic retro red color for her lips. Normally, she would say she was "too lazy to bother," but at tonight's family dinner, she stayed in the cloakroom for a full hour and a half.
"Beichen, come on, open your mouth."
She forked a piece of foie gras, dipped it in black truffle sauce, and brought it to my mouth. I bit it subconsciously, and the aroma of oil exploding in my mouth was wrapped in that familiar sweet fishy smell - I didn't know what it was until three years later, but at the time I just felt she was gentle.
I chewed, and she smiled, with a thin layer of water in her eyes.
