The clamor and undercurrents of the snowy night banquet were ultimately shut outside by the heavy brocade curtains.
The comforting music, the amber wine, the venomous gaze of Qin Xiao, and the broken cries of Madam Liu within the water pavilion all felt as though they belonged to a past life.
Qin Lie lowered the white jade cup he had taken from Qin Xiao's withered claws, his fingertips gently brushing against the icy rim as if flicking away some invisible dust.
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