The bar overseas doesn't seem any different from bars in Country C, only that it's about finding a few Eastern faces among the multitude of Western faces instead of the other way around.
Gently swirling the goblet in hand, her starry eyes reflected the faint blue within the glass, she chuckled lightly, "Not as nice as my color."
Ji Qiutang chuckled, "Do you think everyone can have your kind of blue? Honestly, I've never seen such a beautiful blue, like the ocean, but clearer than the ocean..."
"Of course," Wei Ming, sitting on the other side of Bi Xia, interjected, "Otherwise, how could it be Bi Xia?"
"You two, enough. Speaking of which, Ji Qiutang came to ensure I was okay, but you?" Bi Xia glanced at Wei Ming, "Why are you here?"
"I'm worried about you too," Wei Ming smiled, tilting his head back to drink the wine in his glass, snapping his fingers for a refill, "What, it's okay for Second Brother to worry about you, but not okay for me, your Eighth Brother?"
