"Brother Yan, should we go back now?" Yun Ya asked, lying on his back.
"No rush. It's rare for you to go out. I'll take you for a good look around." Yan Song walked slowly, the cold wind sweeping over the lake made it even colder, and Yun Ya shrank on his back, only showing her eyes. She smiled and said, "What's so good about this place? It's all water, not fun at all. Let's go back."
Yan Song pressed his lips together, walked into a small pavilion, and after the two rested for a while, they began to walk back.
Meanwhile, the hall was already filled with people, and with the entrance of Dongfang Yi, it officially reached its climax.
Elegantly dressed young men and women conversed and mingled, amidst the clinking of glasses and dizzying indulgence. Wine attendants occasionally moved through, serving red wine and delicious pastries.
