Lou Yunzhi thought that he should express his gratitude to Wen Huai'an.
When I first entered the court at the age of twenty-six, it was thanks to Wen Huaian's guidance.
"Servant?" It seemed as if someone was calling him with the title he used many years ago. He raised his eyes and looked around. The world was silent, and there was no summer night with the chirping of cicadas.
"Come on, the wine is cold."