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Having settled things and arranged accommodations for Chu Ci and the other guests, Fang Yourong's work extended well into the night. As she crossed Cang Mountain, she descended, though it seemed more like she had come specifically for this purpose.
She landed her sword light at the corner of a gazebo atop a cliff peak, standing beside Qin Yu, who was sitting cross-legged with a cat at the edge of the cliff, blowing snowy wind toward the moon.
"I thought I'd find empty wine bottles scattered everywhere."
Fang Yourong's words made Qin Yu turn her head. The wind was chilly, tousling her hair, and the strands brushed the corner of Junior Sister's eyes, adding a serene fluidity to the luster in her eyes tempered by the sun and moon.
Like water gently flowing through the ancient mountain springs.
"Is Senior Sister disappointed then?"
"Well, having them is better than nothing."
A person who doesn't even want to drink wine must have unresolved bitterness in their heart.
