What he holds in his hand is a jug of aged wine. The wine is rich and mellow, but still tastes the same as before. The hand holding the wine bottle is still cold, but where is the owner of the hand? Why is she frowning, why is she smiling bitterly? To whom is love given? Who does lovesickness bestow upon? ————This story is purely fictitious. If there is any similarity, it is purely based on my imagination.
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