You ask me why I love you, just as you ask me what water tastes and what color the wind is... There was no sound in the quiet restaurant except Su Mufeng's and Xia Yimo's words.

Longyaochen's anger gradually calmed down from the beginning to the end, as if he had become transparent, just quietly listening to Su Mufeng as a guide and telling the story of the past four years there...

Lift your glass lightly, sip your lipstick shallowly, and slightly astringent liquor glides through the taste buds with the strong aroma of grapes, just like five flavors of life. Long Yaochen understood that Su Mufeng was not recalling...