Closing the file, Moses stepped towards the window.
By the window, the night was deep, and the sprawling vineyard lay like a calm sea.
Once again, Mu Yunting's voice echoed in his ears. Moses smiled gently and turned back to the bedroom.
At this moment.
Under the grape trellis.
This corridor had a frame above it, where grapes climbed up, just right to cover the sky. The colorful lights twinkled, reflecting those crystal-clear grapes, appearing like stars from afar.
Gan Yuan was walking hand in hand with Huangfu Jue, who was introducing her to the vineyard's features.
"These on the left are the same variety as those in France. These grapes ripen earlier, and in another month, we can come and harvest them," holding her small hand in his large one, Huangfu Jue spoke tenderly, "By then, we will make wine together."
"Okay." Gan Yuan replied with a smile, "But you have to teach me."
She knew how to drink wine, but not how to make it.
