Enemies' Graves Are Narrow

One afternoon a long, long time later, Wen Fan filled Chen Yuan's bowl with wine as before, poured himself tea, and laid out the chess sets. How many chances are there for a relationship to come back? Chen Yuan squinted his eyes. He was riding one leg, resting his chin on his hand, tilting his head and smiling at the man's unhurried movements. It was very slow and steady, even time seemed to have stopped in his movements, and even the sound of the friction of clothing materials was too unpleasant. As soon as Wen Fan set the table, Chen Yuan rushed to pick up the bowl and knocked it against his tea cup. The sloshing wine spilled into the jade cup with tea foam floating on it. But Wen Fan didn't refuse. He just looked at the wine sinking in the glass, smiled tolerantly, and drank it all. "Don't worry, there will be many more times." It was also after hearing these words that Chen Yuan picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He finally determined that to this day, the two of them were truly connected, as if one soul was trapped in two bodies.