People stared at him somewhat dumbfounded as the setting sun stretched his silhouette into a long, graceful arc, not only flawless but also exceptionally warm.
It was like a cup of warm tea in winter, able to permeate the heart and spleen.
No one had ever imagined this ruffian-looking man could possess such generosity and enthusiasm.
Holding back the showiness, skilled in craftiness, able to play the innocent, dabble in flirtations, and handle bold flavors, in short, witty and versatile.
He could also save face brilliantly for not providing enough wine, easily hold steady in the face of people's teasing vulgarity.
And even when he had to treat others, he could totally put on airs and let his bodyguards distribute the wine.
But that would not have the same effect; even those who received the wine might feel he was putting on airs, acting like he was all that.
Faced with so many people and not enough wine to go around, it would be rather awkward.
