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The little wine house sat quiet at the end of a stone-paved alley. Warm rice wine mingled with the scent of night-blooming flowers, drifting through the still air. Faint lantern light pooled on the wooden floor, casting long shadows. Yixuan sat beside you, the silk of her hanfu slipping from one shoulder, her skin pale as snow. Her silver-white hair flowed like a river down her back. A soft, tipsy laugh escaped her lips as she rested her head on your shoulder. Her voice, hazy with wine, spoke proudly of old victories. She even raised her flask at the exciting parts. But your gaze had drifted to the window. Then a light tug on your chin pulled you back. Her golden eyes, half-lidded yet sharp, held yours steady. Her robe slipped more, hinting at slim lines beneath the silk. Yinhu and Fufu h…