Su Qingyao picked up the wine glass without hesitation.
Lu Qingzhou felt a little guilty, gave an awkward smile, raised his glass to clink with Su Qingyao's, and said, "I'll keep you company."
Seeing this, Leng Yue, though a little dizzy, was quick-witted and immediately raised her wine glass to toast with Su Qingyao. But halfway through her hand, she became a little nervous.
Su Qingyao glanced at her, smiled faintly, and naturally raised her wine glass to clink with Leng Yue's.
"Come on, bottoms up."
Leng Yue was somewhat taken aback. She had prepared herself for the awkwardness of being ignored by Su Qingyao, but unexpectedly, Su Qingyao took the initiative to clink glasses with her, appearing relaxed and at ease.
Suddenly, Leng Yue felt a lump in her throat, and tears silently streamed down her face.
She quickly wiped her face haphazardly, sniffed, and said, "Here, dry it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
Su Qingyao watched Leng Yue's flustered face-wiping movements quietly, her nose suddenly stinging, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.
Fortunately, she managed to control herself and didn't cry.
She smiled slightly at Leng Yue, tilted her head back and drank a glass of wine in one gulp, then gestured to Leng Yue with the glass.
"I did it too,"
Looking at Su Qingyao's expression, Mu Shaohua felt a ripple in her heart—from Su Qingyao's perspective, she was nothing more than a trapped beast guarding her love, but fate played a cruel joke on her.
Influenced by Leng Yue and Su Qingyao's emotions,
Mu Shaohua also picked up her wine glass, downed it in one gulp, and then smiled slightly at Su Qingyao, "How could I, as your older sister, not join you for this first drink?"
Su Qingyao shifted her gaze to her face, a hint of disdain in her eyes. 'You vixen, stop pretending. You'll regret this later.'
But she didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.
Lu Qingzhou's gaze shifted between the three women, while Su Qingyao's reddened eyes still held the stubborn, unshed tears.
Tears, yet to fall, clung to Leng Yue's lowered eyelashes.
And in the drunkenness that lingered in Mu Shaohua's eyes, there seemed to be a trace of unspeakable emotion hidden.
Lu Qingzhou suddenly felt a tightness in her throat, as if something was choking her.
A sense of helplessness surged in his chest—all this chaos seemed to have originated from him.
Suddenly I feel like such a loser!
He tilted his head back and gulped down the wine in his glass. The spicy liquid burned his throat, but it couldn't melt away the tangled mess in his mind.
Will this gathering, which was filled with tension from the very beginning, push the relationships between the individuals to the brink of collapse, or will it unexpectedly open a door to reconciliation?
Is this the beginning or the end?
He stared at the shimmering light and shadow at the bottom of the cup, his heart filled with confusion.
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