MZNRGN Translations

Fu Yujun wasn't surprised to be rejected. She lowered her head, pretending nothing had happened. Qin Yinong calmly withdrew her gaze and asked, "Do any of you know why the wine is called 'Daughter's Red'?" Wen Shuxian shook her head. Fu Yujun knew, but remained silent. Tang Ruoyao took a sip of tea, watching her. Qin Yinong explained, "It comes from an old Shaoxing custom. Families who had daughters would brew wine when the child turned one month old and bury it. When the daughter married, they'd dig it up to serve guests at the wedding. That's why there's an old saying: 'Brew daughter's wine at birth, drink daughter's red at marriage.'" As she spoke the last line, she happened to turn and meet Tang Ruoyao's gaze. Tang Ruoyao felt her cheeks grow inexplicably warm. Remembering how Qin Yinong had casually mentioned their future marriage earlier, even the spacious private room suddenly felt stifling. She took two quick...

Qin Yinong weighed the thick love letter in her hand, as if afraid of startling her, and asked softly, "How long did it take you to write this?" Tang Ruoyao instinctively lowered her head in denial. "Not long." Qin Yinong's heart ached slightly. She gently lifted Tang Ruoyao's chin with her finger and pressed tenderly, "How long is 'not long'?" Tang Ruoyao lowered her gaze, not daring to meet her eyes, and mumbled, "Just... two or three days." By the dates, it was indeed only two or three days—she'd only returned to school on Tuesday—but she'd spent nearly all her free time writing it, even dreaming about unfinished letters or Qin Yinong disliking it. Qin Yinong set the letter aside carefully, then took Tang Ruoyao's right hand, massaging her wrist and the joints of her middle and index fingers. As expected, she heard Tang Ruoyao's barely audible hiss of pain as the younger woman bit her lower lip. Qin Yinong lig...