Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

With Fang Xin's help—no, with Fu Ju's assistance—a large table of delicious dishes was served.

The main dish in the middle was, of course, mooncakes, which were colorful and decorated with what Fang Xin called mooncakes that looked like Fu Zi's.

The family of four sitting together didn't look out of place.

There was an empty seat at the head of the table, but there was a set of chopsticks and a bowl on it, which was reserved for Fang Youfu.

Fang Yu took out a jar of fruit wine: "Mother, we're happy today, let's have a drink together."

Li still remembered that the last time she drank wine was on the day she married into the Fang family, when it was the nuptial wine they drank together.

"Alright, since we're happy today, Mom will have a drink with you."

Li looked at the empty seat next to her, her eyes shimmering with emotion, but her face was filled with joy.

Li was not a good drinker. After eating a few bites of food and drinking a glass of fruit wine, she became drunk and passed out. The two sisters had no choice but to take her back to her room to rest.

Fang Xin propped her cheek up, looking a little troubled: "Sister, Mom is drunk like this. How are we going to eat all the dishes I made?"

"It's okay. With this weather, we can leave the leftovers and eat them tomorrow."

Fang Xin raised her eyebrows and picked up her wine glass: "Sister, this glass is for you. If it weren't for you, we'd still be eating coarse food in the Fang family."

Fang Yu lightly touched her wine glass: "I also want to thank you and Mother. If it weren't for your support, we wouldn't be where we are today."

The two sisters downed their drinks in one gulp.

Although Fu Zhou, who was sitting to the side, was smiling on the surface, his emotions were actually very complicated. His fingertips, which were holding the wine glass, kept rubbing back and forth.

Fang Xin raised her next glass to him and said, "Fu Ju, you deserve a lot of credit for the dishes on this table today. I must toast you."

After Fang Xin finished speaking, she tilted her head back and drank the wine in one gulp, before Fu Ju could stop her.

Fang Xin also has a low alcohol tolerance; after just two drinks, she was slumped on the table, muttering drunken ramblings.

Fang Yu chuckled and shook her head, then scooped Fang Xin up from the table and took her back to her room.

When Fang Yu returned, Fu Zhou was gone. As he walked out the door, he saw the figure drinking wine under the moon on the roof and felt a deep sense of melancholy.

She carried a jar in each hand up to the roof, sat down next to Fu Zhou, and handed him a jar of wine: "Today is the perfect day for moon gazing, and this fine wine is just what you need."

Fu Ju put a little distance between them, and neither of them spoke. They each drank their wine and gazed at the full moon in the sky.

Fang Yu's smile grew wider and wider. She hadn't experienced such a peaceful and tranquil life in a long time, and it seemed quite pleasant.

A sudden sound came from below the courtyard wall. Fu Ju, who had relaxed his guard, immediately gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist. Fang Yu looked down, and the white knife stood out even more in the moonlight.

She said to Fuju, "You should go back first. If you don't have enough wine, there's more in the kitchen."

Fu Ju nodded and then turned and disappeared on the rooftop.

"Come out," Fang Yu called down the courtyard wall.

Dressed in white, Xiao Jingqi appeared on the rooftop in the blink of an eye and sat down beside her.

Fang Yu didn't look at him, but instead teased, "What kind of criminal is Lord Xiao arresting this time? They've even come to my house to arrest people?"

Xiao Jingqi remained silent, turning his head to look at her features reflected in the moonlight. They should have been hazy, but when he looked into her eyes, both the outline and the curled eyelashes were crystal clear.

He wouldn't have been discovered otherwise, but when he saw Fu Zhou drinking wine with her under the moon, he got so excited that he stepped on a dry branch on the ground.

After a long silence, he finally managed to come up with an excuse: "My wound is a little uncomfortable, and the doctors in the city are not very skilled, so I thought of Miss Fang. It was indeed presumptuous of me to go there so late at night..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Yu shoved a jar of wine right to his lips: "Since you're here, have a drink with me."

Looking at the moon, Fang Yu asked, "What do you think is on the other side of the moon?"

"It must have been a vast Milky Way, with countless stars shining brightly."

"Is that so?" Fang Yu took a sip of wine. "I feel that on the other side of the moon, there is another me, and another family of mine."

Although Xiao Jingqi didn't understand the meaning behind her words, he could clearly sense that something was wrong with her emotions.

He was about to offer her some words of comfort when Fang Yu suddenly stood up: "Wait for me."

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yu had disappeared from his sight. He looked back and only saw the afterimage of her entering the room.

When Fang Yu returned, he was holding a folded cloak, the same one he had worn before, with an extra piece of fur on it—a black bear pelt that Fang Yu had added.

Fang Yu opened the cloak and draped it over him, saying calmly, "It's only fair to reciprocate. The cloak is yours, and you hunted the bear. I've just done a little work on it. Consider it a small gift to you. I'm just afraid Lord Xiao won't like it."

Touching the smooth fur along the collar and smelling the pleasant incense, Xiao Jingqi gently raised the corners of his lips, his eyes burning with passion as he looked at her.

Fang Yu responded with a smile, picked up the wine jar, and said, "To the moon."

"A toast to the moon." He echoed this sentiment and took a large gulp of wine.

After a few rounds of drinks, Fang Yu also became unable to hold her liquor, and her little face turned rosy.

She put her hand on Xiao Jingqi's shoulder and muttered, "I killed one of your officers today. We signed a waiver of life and death. Don't come after me."

Her voice was tinged with alcohol, and she sounded somewhat aggrieved.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, Xiao Jingqi knew that she wasn't the kind of person who would hurt others casually, nor was she the kind of person who would swallow her anger. The fact that she could kill someone meant that the person had intended to kill her from the beginning.

He gently comforted you, "It's alright. Since you've already signed the waiver, I naturally won't pursue the matter with you."

The voice beside her was deep and magnetic, captivating her soul. Fang Yu turned around in a daze, tilted her head, blinked, and stared at him for a long time: "You're really good-looking."

You're drunk.

Before Xiao Jingqi could finish speaking, Fang Yu suddenly cupped his face in her hands and leaned closer to him.

The wine residue on her lips looked like it was tinged with stars in the moonlight; as soon as she moved slightly, specks of light flickered.

She leaned close and looked intently, her fingertips tracing his eyebrows and moving downwards.

"Your nose is also very beautiful."

She muttered as she touched it, her fingertips still pointing downwards, stopping at the tip of her nose.

Xiao Jingqi froze, not daring to move. Her warm hand covered his face, as if a thin thread was tugging at his heartstrings.

Fang Yu's fingers, which had stopped moving, twitched and continued downwards. Xiao Jingqi's heart skipped a beat. He pressed down on her wrist, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, and his voice becoming even deeper.

"Fang Yu, you're drunk. I'll take you back to your room to rest."

"Shh!"

Fang Yu gestured for silence, saying, "Don't speak."

Her face, which was already close, was now slowly drawing even closer, and the light in her eyes was gradually becoming more intense.

Fang Yu's fingertips slowly descended, pressing against his lips, a burning sensation spreading from his lips to her fingertips.

His Adam's apple bobbed again. Fang Yu was getting closer and closer, her breath already filling his own. The next moment...