Liu Mengdi glanced at the cup of wine in his hands and saw a vague reflection of himself on the liquid that gleamed with a golden color. His eyebrows were closely knitted together, showing his problematic expression.
"How can I still be so handsome even in my current state?" He tried to ease himself up by complimenting his own image, but the anxiety and sadness in his heart did not diminish. He then recalled his father who had died for his sake and a wave of extreme loneliness struck his soul, making his lips quiver with a multitude of emotions.
