Night.
The moonlight was like water, and the shadows of the trees danced.
In the courtyard, one person sat quietly.
The refreshing and intense alcohol fragrance spread around.
The person on the left was dressed in extravagant clothes with wide sleeves. He held a cup in one hand and looked lazy.
His five features were beautiful, and his charm was peerless, especially that pair of eyes that were as blue as the sea and looked even deeper in the night sky.
He raised his sharp brows slightly, with an indescribable charm.
"I didn't expect the always carefree Eldest Young Master Jian to use alcohol to drown his sorrows one day." A clear and melodious voice sounded. Then, a tall and composed figure silently appeared in the courtyard.
Before anyone could see how he moved, he had already reached the chair on the other side.
Jian Fengchi looked up and smiled at him. "Young Master Yun, are you so free?"