C96 Tender feelings belong to only one person

In the evening, the sky gradually darkened. Outside, fireworks were being set off, one by one, blossoming in the night sky.

Ling Qiao, dressed only in a bathrobe, sat on a wicker chair by the soup sink. He imagined himself deep in the mountains, holding a fine grape wine in his hand. The corner of his mouth curled up into a faint smile