Dugu Lan sighed, casting aside the gloomy thoughts in her heart—who could truly discern the matters of the heart between two people? What she thought, others might not think, and perhaps it was just wishful thinking on her part?
She picked up a wine cup, filled it to the brim with fine wine, and placed it into the flowing water, letting it drift gently downstream; at the same time, Xiao Qiang did likewise, setting her cup afloat in the stream as well.
The only difference was that Dugu Lan wore red, and the wine in her cup was also as crimson as blood; Xiao Qiang wore green, and the wine in her cup was as green as spring, distinguishing them by color.
This was the theme of today's drinking banquet, the flow not only representing the drifting of two cups of wine but also signifying their mutual probing. Next, it would be up to the guests to respond.