Raindrops sliding off palm leaves, falling into the water tank below, make a ‘ding’ sound, as if bidding farewell to the owner of this place.,One poured wine, the other offered fruit. A faint fragrance lingered at their noses. They wore thin, sheer garments, revealing skin as smooth as jade. Snowy elbows peeked out from beneath their clothes, gently brushing his arms and back, leaving a cool, slippery touch.,However, today he himself has become the one who hides a knife within the feast of wine.。
