Red, bright red; it is her favorite color.
Wine, fine wine; it was her favorite.
Even if she traveled through time and became a man, even if she was drunk and dreaming every day, she wouldn't mind.
As long as you live happily, why bother about other people's eyes.
But——
"Zhan Zhao! Where did you hide those bottles of fine daughter red that I collected?!"
"Zhan just felt that as an official, it was inappropriate to patrol the streets smelling of alcohol, so I kept it on my behalf."
"…"