Love in the Rain

I concentrated on pouring the amber-scented golden liquid into my goblet without raising a single bubble. This is already the third cup. Mandala is the place I frequent most, and it is also one of the few quiet bars. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dark rain curtain covered up the usual images of all living beings who were drunk and dreaming. In the distance, several homeless bonfires were burning. At this moment, the chaotic city of Hailuoyin seemed particularly lonely. I raised my glass and drank it all. The hot alcohol spread like a virus in my chest, provoking a dreamlike pleasure. I sighed and grabbed the wine bottle again. Tonight it will be me and Qingyu... Intention: