The night's shadows grew deeper still.
Moon, in its gentle light, shone on the lands a beautiful glow. Amidst the silence, cicadas chirped.
Han Li and Li Yao were outside their home, seated on a boulder while sharing a jug of alcohol; their faces reddened by the drink.
"Fuu…" Han Li breathed out a puff of smoke. "This is really something."
Li Yao smiled. "This should've been given to you earlier, though."
Han Li shook his head and drank another hot mouthful of the drink. It felt as if his throat was searing as it went down.
"Mom never made one for me," he said as he felt his chest warm and his body heat up.
"Really?" Li Yao shook her head. "Your mother is quite the airhead, but even for her, isn't that a bit too much?"
Han Li pondered.