Joseph only then understood.
"The purpose of your mention of this is..."
"As you have said, some situations are better if dealing with them directly, and I would like to help you." Joseph pointed to the glass. "Try to have a drink, and maybe you will be better."
Irish stared at the glass for a long time.
Seeing the situation, Joseph took the glass again and handed it over to her. She reached for the glass's feet. The magnificent red wine flashed before her eyes like floating light, and she closed her eyes tightly, then opened them, shaking her head, "If you want to help, then you'll cost."
Joseph did not understand.
She went to the wine counter and picked up two bottles of wine and waved and picked up two bottles of wine and waved at him, "If they were all priceless."
