Not far away, Weining sat bathed in the silver moonlight, remaining just as she was, seemingly unaware of his arrival.
Yang Jian walked quietly to the table and naturally sat down opposite Weining.
Glancing at the monotonous setup on the table—a tiny purple-gold gourd and a single wine cup—he looked up at the bright moon in the sky, smiled, and said softly, "Drinking alone under the moon, Fairy is in high spirits! Might I trouble you for a cup?"
Chapter 52