An You turned around, went into the private room to get two wineglasses, then returned carrying the half-empty bottle of champagne. She handed a glass to Xiao Xueer and said, "Drinking can hurt your throat a little. We have less than a month left, so drink less."
As she spoke, she poured a little less than half a glass for Xiao Xueer.
Then, while muttering about drinking less, she poured more than half a glass for herself. After she finished, she glanced at Xiao Xueer's glass, then at her own. Even someone as thick-skinned as her couldn't help blushing a little. She then added some wine to An Yang's nearly empty glass before placing the champagne on the railing.
"Come on, to our fearless, innocent hearts as we move forward—cheers!" An You raised her slender tulip-shaped champagne glass.
"Clink!"
The three of them clinked glasses.
An Yang placed his glass on the railing. "As expected of someone who's often a host and announcer. You really can spout this stuff off without thinking!"
"What stuff?"
"To our..." An Yang mimicked her tone.
An You perfectly interpreted his imitation as mockery. She picked up the glass he had placed on the railing, stuffed it into his hand, then raised her own glass and said, "Then we have to drink one for what you just said too!"
Seeing An Yang nod, she immediately continued, "But I'm a girl, so I'll just take a sip. You finish yours, okay?"
The corner of An Yang's mouth twitched. Where did this girl learn all these bad habits?
He nodded again. His glass lightly touched An You's, producing a crisp sound like the first chime of a bell, echoing through the peaceful pause in the song.
"Whatever you say, whatever you say."
An Yang drained his glass