The spacious hall was filled with numerous crystal lamps, flawless and pure, each containing a Sun Stone that refracted dazzling brilliance.
At the Green Sandalwood table, acquaintances and old friends were drinking and reminiscing about old times; the Jade Cups shone with a warm luster under the fire glow, reflecting the richly fragrant liquor in splendid light and shadow.
Amidst the laughter and wine, they recollected the past and discussed the future. Time flowed like water, faces remained familiar, yet not quite the same as before.
Youth had turned into maturity, worldly wisdom and stories surged between the toasts, even the once-naive girls had now become gracefully dignified.
Qin Ming, slightly tipsy, stepped outside to see off an old friend.
Meng Xinghai also appeared tipsy, perhaps genuinely or pretentiously, as he waved goodbye to the group of familiar faces.
