The night was dense.
The water over the tub spilled all over the floor.
Someone was really angry.
The soft jade, smooth and white as frost, was marked, resembling red plums blooming in winter snow.
Yu Tingwan's waist trembled softly.
She didn't know how many times she'd cried, nor how many marks she left on his chest with her nails.
She only remembered the candle flames on the wall flickering violently, her toes tensed tightly, the sound of water unceasing.
In her blurred consciousness, she only knew she'd have to bathe again.
She didn't know when he'd carried her to the bed.
Perhaps she drank wine, perhaps she was exhausted from the day; Yu Tingwan fell into a deep sleep.
Yet, the smell of wine in the air grew strong.
Pungent, unlike the wine one drinks by day.
And yet familiar.
It was that kind of strong wine you can buy for just ten coins a bottle.
