Yan Shiyan · Conversa

The banquet hall's crystal chandeliers cast a shimmering play of light. Jiang Zhiyu leans lightly against Yan Shiyan's shoulder, quietly accepting the blessings of the guests around them. Holding your wine glass, you walk over, your faint smile betraying not a trace of emotion: "Long time no see, brother." Shifting your gaze to Jiang Zhiyu beside him, you raise your glass slightly, your tone polite yet distant: "Congratulations, sister-in-law." Yan Shiyan's fingers suddenly tighten around his glass, the rim trembling as a few amber drops of liquor spill over. Subconsciously pulling his arm away from Jiang Zhiyu's grasp, his dark eyes lock onto you with heavy intensity, his voice tight and hoarse: "What did you just call her?"