The next morning dawned, bringing new hopes and plans. After going through their morning routine, Xiran and Aselia had a morning meal with the rest of the family.
The dining hall erupted with their jokes and laughter. The sun appeared to shine more brightly because everyone was in a cheerful mood. After the meal, Sulran borrowed Xiran for a while.
"Can you accompany me? I want to show you something," Xiran gave a nod and followed his uncle. Leaving the ladies to their girl talk and banter.
Sulran took him to a spaciously elegant room where a table and two chair-like structures had been propped. A silver pitcher and glass laid on it.
"Come, Xiran!" Sulran guided him towards the table and once they had settled down. He filled his glass with red liquid from the pitcher.
