The evening colors gradually descended, and a gentle breeze stirred the willow tops, causing the soft branches to sway in the wind as if dancing. Immersed in the clear moonlight, the moonlight itself seemed to flutter among the willow tops, occasionally slanting through the window.
In Unit 602 of Yahe Community.
A man more enchanting than the moonlight lay on a lounge chair on the balcony, with a mobile phone by his ear, occasionally curling his thin lips as if he was listening to the most beautiful song in the world.
In front of him was a glass of brandy, its glossy hue tantalizing to the eye, clearly not an ordinary drink.
Li Beijue listened as the voice on the other end of the phone gradually softened into steady breathing, and he lowered the arm that he had held up all night. He placed the phone on the table, picked up the brandy, and took a noble sip, head tilted back.
