"If you pour like this, you'll end up with it all over your hands... Xiao, let me drink it myself."
Luo Xiao said nothing, just withdrew his hand.
Fu Qingshuang picked up the wine glass.
The red wine in the glass remained as gorgeous as ever, rippling with beautiful patterns with her trembling movements. She stared unblinkingly at the blood-like color, almost being blinded by it, "Xiao, if I drink this glass down... will I never see you again?"
Luo Xiao did not answer.
"I think, you wouldn't be so cruel, after all... we were once married, right?" Fu Qingshuang curled her lips. She brought her lips to the edge of the glass and suddenly spoke, "Have you ever thought? Actually, we're very alike..."
