Qin Zhiyou occasionally glanced over, noticing Lu Weixi in the corner. She was eating absent-mindedly, taking only a few bites before setting her chopsticks down, then supporting her head with one hand, observing the bustling crowd. Her complexion was lightly flushed, as if a layer of morning glow was dyed upon her skin, and her eyes were teary — the signs of mild tipsiness.
Lu Weixi was a drinker, not a heavy one, but certainly not a lightweight who would be floored by a few beers. This fresh brew was stronger than those typically sold on the market, but it was beer nonetheless. The times Qin Zhiyou had seen her drunk were when she and Xue Feifei had taken many shots of hard liquor.
Yet, a capacity for alcohol wouldn't stand a chance against the phrase, "It's not the wine, it's the mood."
She was indeed a little troubled today, and the cause of that trouble was Qin Zhiyou himself.
