Cloud Slashing

The moon hung brightly in the sky.

Han Fei's residence was brightly lit.

In the main hall, Chu Li and Han Fei sat by a purple wood round table. The round table was extremely large and could sit more than ten people. Its width was especially prominent when the two men sat down across from each other.

The silver cup sparkled and glittered under the light. Han Fei was slightly inebriated, feeling highly spirited and uninhibited.

Bi Lan had donned a dark green gown which had masked her graceful figure. She looked more elegant but less enchanting than before. It was as if she had turned into a different person.

Her delicate hand grasped the silver pot and poured wine for the two. She pursed her lips to hide a smile and did not attempt to interrupt the conversation.