The night was deep, and the gentle breeze flowed, thick wine had been poured several times, filling the pavilion with a rich, sweet aroma.
The Marquis's thick eyelashes drooped like feathers. Despite it being a wonderful night, Yuan'er inexplicably felt a hint of severity. She smiled and said, "Cao Cao and Liu Bei brewed wine to discuss heroes; the Marquis uses wine to share his thoughts with me. However, they drank green plum wine, while we drink yellow osmanthus thick wine."
The Marquis's lips curved into a slight smile. He moved the pot to one side, chuckling, "Yuan'er, try the fruit wine I made."
Others brew fruit wine; his was cooked.
Yuan'er also laughed, watching as the Marquis personally strained the wine. Only after it cooled did she bring it to her lips and drink it all. The Marquis's eyes were intense, focused on her expression as if this moment was all that mattered.
