The night breeze brushed past, carrying the fragrance of peach blossoms. Yun Yun's hair fluttered gently, a few playful strands sweeping across Xiao Yao's arm, tickling him like a silent tease.
Before long, one jug of wine had already been drained.
Xiao Yao took out two more jars of Peach Blossom Brew. The ceramic jars clinked crisply together, the sound especially clear in the quiet night.
He handed one of them to Yun Yun, his fingertips inadvertently brushing the back of her hand. Both of them paused, then quickly looked away, leaving only the night breeze carrying the wine's fragrance between them.
Yun Yun accepted the jar, the faint warmth of their touch still lingering at her fingertips. She lowered her head and removed the wooden stopper, and the sweet fragrance spread once more, richer than that of the first jar.
This time, she did not deliberately avoid the mouth of the jar. After taking a small sip, she hugged it against her knees and looked toward the distant starry sky. "A night like this, with wine like this... it almost makes one forget we have to leave tomorrow."
Xiao Yao tilted his head back and took a large swallow. The warmth of the wine sank down his throat as he looked at Yun Yun's profile, illuminated by the moonlight. The curve of his lips deepened slightly. "There's no harm in forgetting. Drinking can help people forget some of their troubles."
Hearing that, Yun Yun turned to look at him. Starlight reflected in her eyes, as though they held half a jar of shattered moonlight. "But how can troubles be forgotten just because one says so? Wine only lets you forget for a while. Once you wake up, won't you still have to face what needs to be faced?"
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