Rain Butterfly's thoughts were meticulous. When she noticed the melancholy on Gu Sheng's face, she intuitively understood his concerns. Quietly, she began preparing food and drinks. In no time, a sumptuous feast and two jugs of fine wine were laid out on the table.
"Come, Gu Sheng, tonight let's not return until we're drunk." Rain Butterfly smiled as she poured Gu Sheng a glass of wine.
Gu Sheng lifted the glass and looked deeply at Rain Butterfly. A wave of warmth washed over his heart: "Thank you, Rain Butterfly."
The two clinked glasses and drank together, the aroma of wine spreading through the air. In this confined space, it seemed as though the entire world had quieted down, leaving only the two of them.
"Do you think we'll ever see Lin Tianhao again?" Rain Butterfly suddenly broke the long silence, her eyes shimmering with a mix of longing and reluctance.
