How beautiful, the night view of this world...
Alice stood on a large enclosed balcony, looking through the glass window at the night view of the two rivers in City C, her eyes slightly blurred.
She liked the gorgeous colors, all kinds of colors, because these things didn’t exist in the world of the dead, only gray and white in the world of the dead... ...
Actually, it wasn’t just the colors. There were many things that couldn’t be enjoyed in the world of the dead. For example, the one in her glass... ...
The color was transparent like white water, but there were tiny bubbles. There was a fresh lemon smell, which wasn’t as pungent as the taste of alcohol. The taste was excellent. It had the taste of alcohol that stimulated the tongue, but it didn’t have the dullness of alcohol.
“What’s this thing called?”Alice shook the wine glass in her hand and asked in fluent Huazhong.
“Sprite...”a white-collar woman who was tied to the cabbages on the sofa said with a strange expression.
