"Purple Night Envelopment, a long gauzy shirt draped from the tree, a stunning maiden, and the gentleman happens to be accompanied by the moon, carefree and elegant, truly a banished celestial being." Feng Yi said, taking out a jug of wine, which should appropriately match the scene.
Mengdie was sipping leisurely, slightly tipsy. Upon hearing the voice, her graceful silhouette paused, she spontaneously placed her other leg down, appearing more ladylike, yet carefree in demeanor, then took a hearty gulp. Alas, only a small sip was left, as the wine jug was empty...
"No song from the flowers under the moon, no words from the purple night in the wind, the bitter wine exhausted, where to find joy?" Mengdie poured again, finding the jug truly empty, thus interrupting the poetry.
Zi Yu felt a bit dazed, believing her sister spoke, yet it seemed like hearing mental transmission.
"I have some here." Unhesitatingly tossing the wine she was drinking towards Mengdie.
Whoosh...
