Ye Cheng's gaze grew colder, once again forcibly removing her hand from his arm, and as they pulled at each other, the red wine glass in Zimei's other hand swayed violently.
Two-thirds of the remaining red wine splashed out, directly spilling onto Zimei.
The crimson wine soaked through her chest, appearing exceptionally dazzling and glaring on the white cheongsam.
Ye Cheng stared at the stain for a moment in a daze, yet still unceremoniously pulled Zimei's hand away.
Zimei no longer reached out to cling to him; she suddenly became quiet, lifting her misty eyes to fixedly look at the man she loved deeply and engraved in her heart.
After a moment, she suddenly laughed.
Her laugh was beautiful and enchanting, like dahlias blooming under the sun.
Then, they saw Zimei retreating step by step, retreating while still laughing foolishly at Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng was momentarily stunned by her peculiar behavior.
