Li Xizhou squinted and smiled.
Pei Ye said nothing.
He didn't even need Quail Head.
If he wanted to trace back this heart's flutter veiled in mist, he could find it in his memory.
He didn't have much experience, the cliff in Kongtong's autumn rain was one of the few, deeply engraved in his memory.
Pei Ye pressed his lips, Li Xizhou turned his head back.
The familiar balcony in the wind, Li Xizhou leaned on the railing and sat down, flower petals blown by the wind lay on the floor.
There was only a small table, she patted the spot beside her, signaling Pei Ye to sit down.
The two sat much closer than last time, Li Xizhou tapped open the bottle cap and poured two small cups of wine.
"Why suddenly drink alcohol?" Pei Ye looked down at the swirling wine.
Li Xizhou set down the wine pot, smiled at him: "Seeing you worried all the way here, I thought you couldn't wait to ask me what I talked about with Ming Qi Tian."
