The butler sighed as he left the balcony, and the other servants also withdrew, leaving only Ye Cheng and Zimei.
"Can I have a taste?" Ye Cheng asked, pointing at the wine bottle in her hand.
Zimei looked at him with dreamy eyes for a moment, then hugged the bottle tightly and shook her head, "I don't know you, so why should I give you a drink?"
"Really don't know me?" Ye Cheng stared at her intently.
"Don't know you." Zimei shook her head seriously, "But you look very good, just like someone I know."
"What kind of person is he?"
"He..."
Zimei was lost in her memories, "He was the man I loved the most in my life, very gentle to me... But now, he doesn't love me anymore."
"..."
Ye Cheng felt a sharp pain in his heart, unable to speak.
The sky started to drizzle, the wind and rain came together, wetting the woman's clothes on the balcony.
"It's raining, should we go in?" Ye Cheng's voice carried a hint of gentleness.
