After three rounds of drinks—though Qin Xiao and Madam Liu had barely touched their chopsticks, and Qin Lie had only symbolically wet his lips and taken a small sip.
The exquisite dishes on the table had lost their heat, and the congealed grease gleamed with a cold, greasy sheen in the candlelight, much like the banquet itself: magnificent yet hypocritical.
Qin Xiao wept as if completely exhausted, his breathing short and his complexion even more ashen.
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