C229 The Intention of the Drunkard Was Not in the Wine

In a classically elegant octagonal building, I was sitting with Yao Jingcheng in a private room on the second floor by the window. The room featured a large round table with a traditional wooden lattice design, cushioned armchairs, and a door partially concealed by beaded curtains. Behind the curtains stood a screen painted with the "Three Friends of Winter."

By the window