In the hall, Li Yeqi held a cigarette between his fingers without taking a drag, the smoke wreathing around him. He cradled a glass of red wine in his right hand, an '82 Lafite, its aroma rich and full.
Fu Youran took a sip of red wine and stared at him with a provocative gaze, teasing, "Big brother, do you still remember the winter of my eighteenth year, when you took me here for dinner? The fireworks outside the window were dazzling, and I confessed my love to you here."
Li Yeqi's expression was indifferent, as he coolly eyed her.
"At that time, you said I was too young to understand what love is. Now I am back, and I do understand what love is, big brother, I love you," Fu Youran said, looking at him with affection, as if her tenderness could melt him.
