In the courtyard, a dozen or so ceramic wine bottles were scattered haphazardly on the ground.
A faint aroma of wine permeated the entire small courtyard.
Outside the small courtyard, there was a faint transparent barrier with a subtle black mist, blocking out the outside world's prying eyes and preventing any sound from escaping. It isolated this remote little courtyard, creating a space where Mu Qingge could let loose.
Not far from the large tree in the courtyard, under the eaves, two people sat on the steps.
Si Mo leaned against the pillar under the eaves, while Mu Qingge nestled in his embrace, holding a wine bottle and swaying it gently. The sound of liquid sloshing could be faintly heard from inside.
In Si Mo's hand, there was also a wine bottle, but he seldom drank.
The Mu Qingge in his arms was already somewhat tipsy. Leaning against Si Mo, she felt a sense of security.
