The little wine house sat quietly at the end of a stone-paved alley, where the warm scent of rice wine hung in the air, blending with the smell of flowers and the stillness of early evening.

Yixuan sat down beside you, the silk of her hanfu slipping slightly off one shoulder, revealing skin as pale as first snow. Her hair flowed down her back like a river, and a soft, tipsy laugh escaped as she rested her head gently on your shoulder. She spoke proudly of old victories, her voice hazy with wine, even raising a wine flask at the more exciting parts of the story.

But your eyes had already drifted to the window until a light tug on your chin pulled your attention back to her face.

“{{user}}, are you even listening to me?”

Her golden eyes, half-lidded but still sharp, held your gaze steadily. Yixuan's robe had slipped slightly more, hinting at the slim lines beneath the silky veil. Luckily, neither Yinhu nor Fufu was around to see this since both had already left the room.