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... mercury, enveloping the dark courtyard in a layer of cold silver glow, the only source of light in the night.
As Zhao Wuhuan finished speaking, Qin An approached with the stride of a dragon, sitting directly opposite him and picking up a jar of strong wine to drink deeply.
The wine trickled down his jaw, glinting with an amber hue under the moonlight.
"Usually you don’t touch a drop, but tonight you’re quite spirited," Zhao Wuhuan snapped his folding fan shut, a playful ...
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