Duan Feihan's entire body shuddered as his slender fingers abruptly tightened into a grip.
Bai Chuwei giggled, her innocent expression resembling that of a small deer as she said, "Hanhan, the only reason I said that is because you're sitting right in front of me."
Everyone else could look forward, yet only she could not.
Because she couldn't see the path ahead.
She had lived for more than five thousand years and would remain immortal in the future.
Duan Feihan's tone was indifferent as he spoke with the mountain breeze, "If you want to look at me, that's okay too."
Bai Chuwei's head was spinning, and she rubbed her ears, "Hmm? What did you just say?"
A muscle in Duan Feihan's forehead twitched. Just how much had she drunk?
Duan Feihan reached out with his long hand, snatching her little gourd, "That's enough, stop drinking. You're drunk."
Bai Chuwei's eyes widened in displeasure as she glared at Duan Feihan, "More."
