Wei Xunzhou felt a bit helpless as he asked her, "How did I...
It wasn't until Wei Xunzhou had downed the entire bowl of wine that the others slowly came to their senses. Many of them had seen Wei Xunzhou before, but because he always wore a stern face, they didn't dare speak to him. Yet today, he had drunk on Di Yao's behalf—that truly caught them off guard.
Actually, not just the others; Di Yao was equally surprised. Although Wei Xunzhou meant well, Di Yao still had her pride. Him publicly saying she couldn't hold her liquor bothered her a bit. Besides, what harm was there in having a drink when she was in a good mood?
Di Yao didn't embarrass Wei Xunzhou on the spot. She said nothing, quietly sat down, and urged everyone to eat. Seeing that Di Yao wasn't acknowledging him, Wei Xunzhou took the seat she had reserved for him.
As Di Yao chatted and laughed with the others, Wei Xunzhou lowered his eyes and silently sipped his tea. He had never fit into such scenes; an invisible barrier always seemed to surround him, keeping others at a distance.
When Wang Zinian started telling his strange tales again, Di Yao no longer needed to keep the atmosphere lively. She relaxed, glanced at the quiet Wei Xunzhou, and unconsciously reached for the wine jar in front of Liu Heng. Just then, Wei Xunzhou looked up. Their eyes met, and Di Yao quickly withdrew her hand.
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