Glasses clinked together, the crisp sound of crystal colliding, setting the red wine inside to ripple.
Everyone offered their blessings to Ye Qiao, then drew back their glasses to drink.
As Ning Xiaofei brought the glass to her lips, she sniffed the pungent aroma of alcohol and felt a wave of nausea in her chest, her throat already brimming with a sour taste.
With a hand pressed to her chest, she took a deep breath to suppress the discomfort.
Noticing her subtle movement, Mu Tianye looked over with concern.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing!" Ning Xiaofei smiled at him and set down her wine glass, "Let's dig in, everyone. Don't be shy."
That morning, she had already experienced it two or three times. It was nothing special, just an inexplicable urge to gag, sometimes with nothing coming out, and at times just a bit of acidic water.
She chalked it up to stomach upset caused by the hot weather and didn't pay it much mind.
