The child stared intently, only to see a woman of a certain age, with slightly flushed cheeks, half drunk and half dazed. Her almond eyes half closed, resembling a spring mountain shrouded in mist, with the moon hook slightly sinking, water gleaming splendidly, and a hazy drunkenness not inferior to spring colors. Her red lips slightly parted, distinctly showing a line of crystal-clear wine dewdrops, sliding directly down the curve of her neck. Her half silver, half white gray hair was casually tied into a ponytail, with a few strands wetted by the wine, winding and sticking to the side of her neck, and it was unclear what kind of Jade Dew was causing such a fragrant aroma, enticing drool.
