You vigorously rub Fu Luwa's head, raising your wine cup high to clink with his. Pipa music drifts from the ba…
You vigorously rub Fu Luwa's head, raising your wine cup high to clink with his.
Pipa music drifts from the back garden again. Amidst the rapid strumming of strings, the two of you, one person, one dog, finally pass out drunk beneath the falling pear blossoms.