Wine.
The nectar, as clear as blood, exudes a faint and unique fragrance in the quiet night, under the light of goose-yellow warm lights.
Is it elegance? Or temptation?
Is it true love? Or a trap?
She only has self in her dictionary. Survive and live well are the only and absolute values that support her survival. Any obstacles must be cleared.
He passed by in a hurry, was he a passer-by in life, or was he destined?