CP: Biyun
Under the ambiguous light, no one could see clearly whether the curve on Skylark's lips was enough to be called a smile.
He raised his head and drank the wine. The dark red liquid is pungent but fragrant. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Skylark sitting down, three places apart, a subtle distance, just like the alternating glances of each other intentionally or unintentionally, in a sultry and playful way.
Conception: