The Black Market, under the moonlight, with snow yet to melt, had night watchmen seated under the eaves at the market entrance, cursing and swearing.
"In this damn cold winter, still have to do night duty, it's freaking cold... What goods would even come at this time?"
"Hey, enough complaining, fancy a cup?" Another watchman laughed, pulling a bottle from his jacket, and un-stoppering it.
"What kind of wine is this, smells so good?"
"Snow Brew from Hengwu Restaurant, only available in deep winter."
"Alright, alright... pour me a cup."
The two watchmen each held a cup, filling them with wine. One downed it in one go, exclaiming: "Good wine, instantly warmed me up!"
After speaking, he stared in surprise at the other watchman, whose hand holding the cup was trembling, eyes bulging with fear.
Being stared at like this made him uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why... why aren't you drinking?"
