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Because of his faint smile, gentlemanly demeanor, handsome profile, and warm breath, Lin Xi felt a bit dizzy, as if in a dream.
How could this be?
He simply said to her softly, "Don't worry, I'm fine." Did his low, gentle voice disturb her mind?
He merely helped her scoop soup carefully, leaning closer to her; was his breath what confused her?
He just...
Throughout the meal, he kept softly advising her, "Drink less alcohol; just sneak it to me if you can't handle it." Occasionally, he would turn slightly and smile at her, revealing his neat white teeth and the corners of his mouth slightly raised like thin ice.
Was it because he treated her with the care of an old friend that she felt intoxicated?
Such a considerate friend was indeed like a century-old rich wine—sweet and strong.
Could it be the lighting?
Lin Xi looked up at the ceiling light. Indeed, the lotus-shaped crystal lampshade emitted a hazy mix of pink and bright yellow light, sparkling like starlight. It illuminated everyone's faces as if they were in a dreamlike realm. Especially when it reflected on his face—half bright and half shrouded in mysterious darkness—his clear and elegant profile appeared even more handsome and distinct. Whenever he occasionally lowered his head and smiled lightly, it truly stirred something within her. Not out of love; even as a stranger under such easily entrancing light, that smile was enough to make one's heart tremble.
A heart stirred not by love!
Only because of beauty.
Could it be the alcohol?
Lin Xi gently shook her head. Her mind was clear; only her thoughts felt somewhat stagnant. She could see everyone's faces and expressions clearly. Yet only his face seemed ethereal, untouched by worldly dust. Even in this mesmerizing shifting light, amidst the heavy and ambiguous atmosphere filled with the scent of alcohol at the dining table, surrounded by the clinking of glasses and laughter, as long as he sat down, his corner remained tranquil like a winter night—peaceful and serene.
How could such a person not confuse and make one's heart tremble?
A Heart Fluttering Not Related to Alcohol!
Only because of youth!
As for Wang Wei and Xiang Yuanqiu, their intentions for coming to Beijing were somewhat impure.
For instance, when Wang Wei first met Qinglan, he was captivated by her demeanor. Later, with Xiang Yuanqiu's persuasion in front of him, he indeed developed certain fantasies about Qinglan. However, he lacked confidence in himself. Yet, Xiang Yuanqiu kept urging him that as long as he resolved the relationship between Qinglan and An Shaojie, causing them to fall apart, he would have a good chance of winning her over. After all, Qinglan was quite naive; with a little coaxing and some tactics, it would be easy to get close to her.
"Because she is both foolish and sincere. Just look at her feelings for An Shaojie since childhood; she is quite stubborn," Xiang Yuanqiu once said to Wang Wei.
So although Wang Wei's motives were not entirely pure, his ambiguous feelings for Qinglan were genuine. Therefore, when Simple made a remark, he naturally thought Simple had seen through his thoughts. Regardless of whether it was due to feeling guilty or being shy and nervous, his face instantly turned bright red.
Xiang Yuanqiu was different; she was meticulous. Even when feeling guilty, her face only slightly flushed for a moment before fading away.
She was someone who wouldn't blush even when drinking. It is said that those who don't blush while drinking have deep thoughts; she probably fit that description!
Tonight, Qinglan was the calmest among everyone present.
Why wouldn’t she be calm? Since childhood, aside from not being calm in front of An Shaojie and having a brief moment of confusion in front of Xu Wen, when had she ever been anything but calm?
Now, with neither An Shaojie present nor any issues with Xu Wen—though many believe there is no pure friendship between opposite sexes—Qinglan still felt that her relationship with Xu Wen had transcended ordinary male-female relationships. With him, her feelings were as rich as fine wine—deep and unbreakable—yet he remained as tranquil as a chrysanthemum, pure and serene.
She always smiled lightly, sipped her drink lightly, and sat quietly. It seemed everyone else instinctively refrained from teasing her into drinking tonight.
Or perhaps it was due to Xu Wen being near Lin Xi; there seemed to be an aura around him that subtly enveloped her.
Of course, tonight it also surrounded Lin Xi beside him. Because tonight she appeared just as serene. She was inherently a quiet person, and tonight she embodied the sentiment of "time is peaceful, and the heart is at ease."
Qinglan glanced at her beside her and suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy!
It turned out that anyone who stayed by his side would possess a tranquil peace where everything was well.
Qinglan suddenly felt a wave of desolation in her heart.
She had always thought that the peace he provided her was special, unique, something only she could enjoy.
But...
There was loss, and there was jealousy, a complex mix of emotions surged within her.
Fueled by the alcohol, she picked up a glass and unsteadily stood up, swaying as she stumbled over to Xu Wen's side, raising her glass. "Xu Wen, let's drink this toast. From now on, we owe each other nothing."
Xu Wen was currently entangled with Yao Mengni over drinks. A gentleman does not argue with a lady, and Xu Wen, who had always been accustomed to being polite and refined, naturally did not hold it against her or make things difficult for her.
However, being adept at handling situations at the table, he would not allow himself to be trapped by others. So when Yao Mengni clung to him without letting go, he naturally called upon Hao Chuanze, who had been protecting Qinglan by her side, to join him.
The three were caught up in their playful banter, so Xu Wen did not notice that Qinglan was standing behind him wanting to toast.
Or perhaps he never considered toasting with her in front of everyone.
Having been together for so long and attending numerous gatherings for meals and drinks together, they had almost never toasted each other in front of others. They had never shared blessings or polite words in public. For Xu Wen, how could he toast with her in front of everyone in such a hazy environment? How could he bless her in such an ambiguous and obscure atmosphere? Why would he feel distant from her and need to exchange false or aloof pleasantries at the table? All his thoughts of her existed in warm, elegant settings—just the two of them, clear air, peaceful hearts, without noise or obscurity. He quietly faced her with a glass of red wine, soft music playing in the background, a gentle piano melody like trickling spring water, and a bouquet of pure white flowers blooming quietly.
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