The red candle burned quietly, as warm as spring. The two chatted while dining, and the room was filled with fragrance.
Qingjun was filled with joy when he saw that she seemed to be particularly talkative and not as cold as usual. As she ate quietly with him, he suddenly thought... That's how the years are peaceful. The past disputes of love and hatred dissipate with the years.
He and she are left dependent on each other.
It was late at night and Qiongying put down her chopsticks. In fact, she was already very full.
The food has also cooled down, leaving only the cider on the stove that is still warm and overflowing with the aroma of wine, and no one has tasted it yet.
Qingjun seemed to have forgotten that there was still a bottle of wine, and he thought it would be good if it stayed like this.
"Wait a minute, it's already very late. Why don't you stay." Qingjun looked at her with twinkling eyes, full of anticipation and nervousness.
"Huh?" Qiongying looked at him, with a trace of doubt in his deep eyes.
"What I mean is, it's getting too late, and it's quite a long way back from here. Why don't you go back? I've asked the maid to prepare your bedroom, which has been empty." Qingjun explained quickly.
"No need." Qiongying did not hesitate, looked calm, and was about to get up.
Qingjun's expression changed slightly, everything just now seemed to no longer exist, as if it was just his illusion. She had not changed, and she would still leave.
"Wait a minute, it's very cold in the late autumn night. Let's have a cup of hot wine before we go." Qingjun picked up the white jade jug and filled it with wine for her.
The cup splashed with fragrant wine, a clear amber color, and the color was extremely attractive.
Qiongying picked up the wine glass, shook it slightly, and a bit of heat came out, waiting for it to cool down.
Qingjun smiled slightly, clenching her hands slightly under her sleeves, and kept looking at her hands. Every finger of hers was like a masterpiece from heaven, with a coolness like white jade, which was cool to the bottom of her heart.
Qiongying raised his glass and took a sip. The crystal clear wine passed across his lips and fell on the tip of his tongue. It was sweet and warm, and seemed to make him feel a little drunk.
Qingjun's smile faded, and his palms tightened again. His fingertips were so cold that he didn't even notice the scratches on his palms.
Qiongying seemed quite satisfied with the taste, and continued to drink a few more sips, until the glass of wine was about to reach its bottom.
"Don't drink..." Qingjun saw her defenseless posture. He regretted it a little, but also felt unwilling to do so. He kept struggling in his heart.
Qiongying put down her wine glass, which was already full. Perhaps because of the wine, her lips were particularly bright red with a slight sheen.
Qingjun shuddered slightly, it was clear that everything was planned by him and everything was as he thought, but at this moment he hesitated.
Qiongying stood up and left, her slightly wrinkled clothes unfolded, drawing silver arcs along with her steps.
"Don't leave." Qingjun looked at her back, she couldn't leave!
Qiongying didn't seem to hear it and slowly left, the shadow on the ground getting longer and longer.
"Don't leave, I... spiked your wine..." Qingjun said softer and quieter. The poison was not what he wanted, but he didn't regret it.
"I know." Qiongying stopped and his clothes fell down.
Qingjun was stunned and looked pale. It wasn't that he didn't guess that she actually knew, but since she knew, why did she still drink the glass of wine?
"...Then do you know what medicine I gave?" Qingjun's voice was hoarse, and there was even a hint of crying.
"have no idea."
"Then why did you drink it?" Qingjun's body trembled uncontrollably, and a wave of weakness and panic invaded his whole body.
Since she didn't know, why did she still drink it? If what he had administered was extremely poisonous, she would die, so why did she still drink it?