Julian Haworth pulled Oliver Gale, originally hoping to stir up a wedding chamber, but unexpectedly there wasn't anyone in the room.
Oliver Gale sympathetically patted Julian's shoulder: "Looks like someone foresaw this and decided to leave early, you might as well give up."
Julian Haworth: "..."
"Forget it, Oliver, accompany me for a drink instead."
Durrell had finally achieved fulfillment, so he chose not to add to the troubles.
Not far away, Simon Storm sat under a tree, holding a bottle in his left hand and a glass in his right, sipping alone, seemingly out of place with the surroundings around him.
Oliver Gale walked towards Simon Storm.
He spoke teasingly: "On such a joyful day, it's quite a killjoy for Master Simon to be drinking alone in silence. How about I join you for a drink?"
Simon Storm did not refuse.
"Sure."
As if performing magic, he pulled out another glass, filled it with wine, and handed it to Oliver Gale.
