He heard the inaudible sigh and waited silently for a long time, but saw no more words from the man. Yang Lianting lowered his head and saw a petal floating on the green wine, and remembered that it was a night like this many years ago.
He paused with the hand holding the cup and drank the petals and wine. The sweetness and bitterness that had not gone away for many years spread from the tip of his tongue at the same time. It was disgusting, pitiful, tired and infatuated. He felt deeply that this taste was like the mark of fate entanglement. In this life, he may never be able to get rid of it.
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