She gently held the goblet and kept mumbling in her heart, "You must be elegant, elegant, and make yourself elegant."
So her action was very light, very light, and very light. She held the goblet tightly, very light and very light, and lifted the goblet up. She raised the goblet very gently, and with very gentle words, she said to the person on the opposite chair, "Minghong, let's have a toast."
With a smile on her face, she smiled happily and gently and gracefully brought the glass to her mouth. But when her lips touched the cold of the glass on the east bank, her laughter suddenly stopped.
She stared blankly at the opposite seat. It was empty, and there was no one on it. There was no sign of loneliness that she was familiar with.
It was like a dream. In that dream, she was smiling so
