"I have seen flowers bloom and fade many times, I have picked many sweet or bitter fruits, and I have brewed many kinds of good wine, but I have only met one person who can hold up a bottle and drink together..." Huangxian, who seemed to be sighing and sarcastic, always friendly to others and always smiling when he saw others, showed a dejected expression - but there was still a trace of a smile on the corner of his mouth. Leaning against the stone monument, he raised his wine glass to the sky. Snowflakes fell into the cup, but he didn't seem to care. He let the silvery white stain his lowered eyelashes, blurring his slender figure - white clothes, white hair, black eyes. It seemed that the whole person was sunk deep into the snowy scene. "Haha... Raise the bottle and drink together..." He was still smiling. It seems that ever since he became sensible, he has always had a vague smile on his face, including when he met him——
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