Perhaps the existence behind the Falling Flower Pavilion took a fancy to Ximen Qiuhua and was willing to support and nurture him because they saw his quality.
Although he was in the darkness, his heart was facing the sun.
An Le couldn't help but pick up the wine pot and take a sip of the old yellow wine. The wine diffused from the roof and he handed the wine pot to Ximen Qiuhua.
Ximen Qiuhua's eyes were bright as the pot poured out the wine into his mouth like a waterfall, flowing out from the corner of his mouth and soaking his clothes.
"Although it's not spirit wine, it's very…"
"Awesome!"
Ximen Qiuhua chuckled.
The two of them drank on the roof of the Falling Flower Pavilion and chatted freely.
Although the two of them had only met for the first time, they had become acquainted after a fight. They actually felt a little like they appreciated each other.
