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Candlelit lunch?
Watching Gan Yuan across the table as she lifted her red wine glass, Huangfu Jue also lifted his. As long as she was happy, he could accompany her from now until morning.
Would it be a candlelit party or not, lunch or breakfast or dinner!
"To..." Gan Yuan held her glass, thought for a moment, "our reunion after six years, cheers!"
He extended his right hand, and the two crystal glasses gently clinked together, emitting a pleasing low ping like jade striking one another.
The red wine swirled, like a dancer's skirt, leaving pleasing traces on the stem of the glass.
She took her glass back, gently sniffing the scent of the wine, and took a delicate sip.
The aroma was rich and enduring. As the liquid touched her throat, the taste of the wine lingered on her lips and tongue. It started with a slight tartness, and then came the intoxicating rich fragrance, followed by just the right amount of sweetness.
"Delicious!"