Some secrets are like heavy burdens that can only be lightened by sharing them with others.
Han Shizhong seemed to feel this way. After revealing long-hidden secrets, he felt a sense of relief. He shook the wine jar in his hand, pouring out the last few drops, then yearningly glanced at another jar of wine.
Seeing Shen Yue and Lin Lingsu appear contemplative and not objecting, Han Shizhong picked up another jar, broke the sealed clay on its surface, and poured a bowl of wine. He was about to drink when Shen Yue suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Everyone was startled.
Han Shizhong turned stern, trying to break free, only to realize that Shen Yue's grip was like iron, and couldn't help but exclaim, "What does Young Master Shen intend to do?"
He had never imagined that the seemingly frail Shen Yue could match his strength.
Shen Yue stared at the bowl of wine and said slowly, "This wine cannot be drunk."
