"Delicious!" Ye Qingci handed the wine jar back to Jian Shichu.
"If it's good, drink more," Jian Shichu didn't take the jar from her hand; instead, he took another jar from behind, opened it, and gulped down a big mouthful, "This is fine wine. You won't get a headache no matter how much you drink, so go ahead."
Ye Qingci had never tried, on a moonlit rooftop, to drink and chat carefreely with another person.
The taste of being drunk on life was truly delightful. She couldn't resist, and really started drinking Drunken Life with Jian Shichu under the moonlight.
Drunken Life was an ancient wine Jian Shichu had won at an auction. Only a dozen or so jars had been unearthed, each worth a fortune.
Others would treasure it, only pouring a tiny cup when they were extremely craving it and savoring it sip by sip.
But Jian Shichu drank it like it was plain water. A jar of Drunken Life didn't last long before he had finished it.