Drunk Through Three Thousand Banquets

There is a pavilion called Three Thousand Encounters, and a cup of wine that bears the same name.

Amid the vast mortal world, a hundred years of reincarnation are but a dream, a play, a meeting, a parting, a moment of sorrow, a moment of joy, a love, a hatred... The rise and fall of worldly affairs amount to no more than three thousand encounters.

The woman's eyes were cool, her voice warm and gentle.