Anning stared at Yuelan for a few seconds, wondering why her expression had suddenly changed. Just moments ago, it had actually looked like they had become friends.
Well not friends but they got to talk like civilized people.
Moments ago they had been smiling and speaking normally, but the second Gu Wanqing's name left her mouth, her entire face seemed to darken.
Anning lowered her eyes to the goblet in her hand before taking a small sip. The taste settled over her tongue almost immediately and this time, she finally realized why it felt so familiar.
First, it tasted like the rice wine she drank back home but with a little twist. It wasn't exactly sweet and it definitely wasn't what she had been hoping for, but there was something strangely comforting about it.
As the liquid slowly slid down her throat, she felt warmth slowly spread through her body and the tightness in her chest from earlier seemed to ease little by little.
