C339 Crash confusion

Outside the window, a small, cool light fell on Wen Shuyue's face. She was standing in front of the French windows, the fine hairs on her face clearly visible in the moonlight. The air was filled with red wine and surrounded by the sweet and sour taste of the wine.

In her hand was a glass with some wine left on top of it. Beside her was a bottle of wine that had just been opened