C1077 Seven Hundred and Ninety Hits of Wind and Cloud

Unlike the bustling atmosphere in the room, Red Vine walked into the imperial garden alone with a jug of wine and sat by the pond, watching as the lotus blossomed in the lotus pond. He drank alone, and Red Vine poured himself a glass of wine, and then raised it high into the air, as if to toast him to the moon. When he left the Northern Yan Imperial City, he didn't know what he should be feeling