It was just a casual side glance, and what he poured into his eyes was actually a touch of beauty blooming in the afternoon sun.
The clear fragrance of the mellow red goblet floats towards the ferry in the clear night.
Pure and beautiful like her, plain and solemn like him.
I'll pour the cup myself, you can do whatever you want.
She said this with a charming smile in her eyes.
He also drank it all in one gulp, destined to spend the rest of his life filling this cup of deep love.
Wine does not intoxicate people, people intoxicate themselves. The wind on the Lijiang River this night chased the clouds and broke the moon.