C1300 Not Enough Preparation

After warming the wine, it carried only a whisper of snow maple fragrance. The flavor was crisp and sweet, with barely a hint of alcohol.

It might be more fitting to call it a beverage than a wine.

Lo Chuan set down his cup and exhaled deeply, his gaze drifting to Yao Ziyan beside him.

Perhaps the wine had flushed her cheeks, a delicate pink against her skin