In Lin Shu's ordinary days, she never thought that a common drinking party would change the trajectory of her life.
The young master whose name she couldn't remember would always reach out to her out of habit, and unknowingly, she began to pay attention to the gaze he cast.
Two glasses of sweet wine on a midsummer night implicated each other in their long lives.
Xiao Xubai, lend me something more
Lin Shu, in the summer without you, the nights in Binjiang will be wet.
