Weining finally looked at the Divine General Great Golden Crow, who was gazing at the courtyard gate with a completely expressionless face.
Seemingly sensing her gaze, the Great Golden Crow pursed his lips and poured her a cup of wine. "On a festive day, all who come are guests. No one shall ruin things here."
Weining's heart felt a tender ache, as if wrapped in a cloud. She looked fixedly at him and finally smiled.
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