"Do you know why the tequila that Mexicans prefer must be sprinkled with salt?" Chu Xin shook the cocktail glass with only one third left, showing the blue liquid, and met Kuang Ye's gaze with blurred eyes.
"Because the taste of salt represents tears, and the sourness of lime is like the heart." There was a slight smile on her face, but there was an indescribable sense of brokenness in her watery eyes as she looked at Kuang Ye.
"The meaning of this wine, like its beautiful name, Blue Margarita, is to commemorate the lost love.\"
Kuang Ye looked at the drunken posture of the woman in front of him, and the confusion in her eyes made him fascinated to the point of ecstasy. He felt dizzy for a moment, and with one swoop, he locked those soft lips tightly between his lips and teeth...
Intention: Whenever I am left alone to recall the past, whenever uncontrollable tears block my sight, you are on the other side, I am on this side, when I hold love and all my thoughts...