Under the crystal lamp in the banquet hall, the moment Xia Bing turned around with the champagne, Chen Wei's breathing suddenly stopped. The eyes that once illuminated his entire youth were now filled with polite alienation, as blurry as through frosted glass.
He hurriedly lowered his head and stirred the wine glass, and the sound of ice cubes colliding was clear and harsh. The temperature of the mineral water she handed her at the alley ten years ago, and the mint candy wrappers she secretly stuffed in the library, all turned into soreness in my throat at this moment. Amid the laughter from the crowd, he heard his own heart beating like a drum.
When Xia Bing's eyes swept over him again, Chen Wei almost staggered back. The moment he turned around, the corner of his suit swept off the champagne glass on the table, and the broken glass and golden wine spread on the carpet, like his fragmented youth.
Intention: Confidence and warmth