[Was this what it was like to be seen as 'old'? Was this the the reason why Zhongli and various older people like to drink a lot? While she was aware that drinking was a past time most would enjoy, she never saw the appeal of it.

Right now, as she felt her face flaring up a little from a sip, a slight frown was seen.]

I'm afraid so, how silly of me. I suppose this is what happens when one is growing older as they feel the need to drink to drown the hardships of life!

[Was she joking or was she being playful? That was up to Xingqiu to decide. But as of right now? All she could do was narrate to herself a small little poem before tapping the tip of her finger against the cup.]

Let's see, how did that poem go again? I do believe it goes something like this...!

[With that, she cleared her throat.]

The hundred rivers flow east towards the sea,
When will they come back to the west again?
If the young and vigorous do not work hard,
In old age, they will be sorry in vain.