Under the same night sky, the moon in Yanjing was hidden behind a thin mist, as if protesting the recent poor air quality.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Xu Wenyi's home, a woman with brown curly hair and a rose-colored long dress leaned against the back of a chair, swirling a wine glass, her cheeks already flushed with wine.
Sitting opposite her was a woman of a completely different style.
Chapter 52