Shen Zhiyi returned the coat to Meng Qiming, who was completely confused and did not understand what she was doing, trying to drape the coat over her shoulders again, "Zhiyi, keep the coat on."
She shook her head and looked forward again.
Pei Yu made his way through the crowd toward her, locking eyes with her from afar before taking a glass of wine from a nearby tray.
As he approached, he glanced down at the wet stains on Shen Zhiyi's body, stood by her side, and handed her the glass of wine.
"Need it?"
Shen Zhiyi looked up at him, his figure backlit by dazzling twilight, half of his face obscured in the dim light and indistinct, but in her eyes, Pei Yu was on the bright side.
She took the wine from his hand, walked a few steps forward, then raised her hand high and, before the man could react, poured the entire contents of the glass onto him, the wine streaming down his shirt.
No one expected her to suddenly raise her hand, except for Pei Yu.