"Second Master Yao, I wish you may have this day every year, and this very morning every year!" Gu Chengyu's congratulatory words were really quite perfunctory, but he had been dragged here at the last minute anyway.
"Good, good! I'll take your lucky words!" Yao Qingcheng hurriedly rose to return the salute, while glancing at the elder brother beside him, unable not to envy his brother's good fortune.
Outside the screen it was boisterous; the younger generation drank a few cups, felt bored, and began playing hand-gesture drinking games and reciting wine orders to liven things up.
Inside the hall everyone was laughing and joking; from behind the screen came faint birdlike chatter, and Gu Chengyu seemed to hear a young lady calling "Third Sister." The one ranked third should be Yao Mengxian.
Thinking of how his fiancée was right behind that screen, he couldn't help feeling a bit strange. Fiancée? It was a feeling he couldn't put into words.
