After downing the wine, Jiu Ge felt as though a scorching sun had ignited within his chest—searing, blazing, something immense ready to erupt, only to settle back into silence.
A tall, slender figure pushed the door open. Dressed entirely in black, his expression was indifferent, his steps hurried, and his garment hems fluttering faintly.
"My Lord," the newcomer addressed respectfully.
Jiu Ge turned his head, a drunken smile playing on his lips as he invited, "Li Li, come, have a drink with me."
Li Li's cold expression softened slightly under Jiu Ge's smile. She replied softly, "My Lord, have you forgotten? I've never partaken in alcohol."
Jiu Ge tilted his head back, gazing up at the ceiling draped in red silk. A trace of loneliness flickered in his eyes as he murmured, "Things we wouldn't do in the past might not remain impossible in the future."
Li Li's gaze flickered slightly, yet she remained silent.
