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
