Feng Kun admired Xia Ling as she smiled, saying, "This is a new fruit wine. The taste is exquisite, I think you will like it."
Xia Ling closed her eyes as she sipped the wine. The stars in the night sky became more magical and mysterious like the entire world was shrouded in a layer of resplendent color. Soft music was playing in the background, and she recognized these as familiar tunes from her past life.
"Do you remember these songs?" Feng Kun asked gently. "We made these together."
"Mmhmm." She mumbled. The alcohol content in the wine was a little high, and she felt her mind reacting a little slower.
Feng Kun's eyelid started to twitch. That soft "mmhmm" was like thunder in his ears. He subconsciously clenched his fist together as it started to tremble in his nervousness. He forced himself to stay calm and continued to use a gentle voice as he called out. "Xiao Ling."
