She, too, had tried to make friends, only to see them age and wither as time passed, eventually returning to the dust.
In this world, she alone was immortal, living long enough to become an ancestor to all.
Bai Chuwei rose again from the stone table, her hand lifting the cup to take in the scent of peach blossoms, and with a snort and a murmur said to herself, "The drink..."
Even she had been drunk on Peach Blossom Elixir before.
A drunken stupor that lasted half a year, yet upon awakening, she found that no one around her had noticed her half-year absence.
Everyone else had spouses and children, close relatives and friends, while she was utterly alone.
Bai Chuwei sighed, continuously pouring drink from a small gourd into her cup, and as she drank, the scene before her began to blur, doubling in her vision...
Setting down her cup, Bai Chuwei rubbed her temples and muttered, "What's happening to me?"
"You're drunk," said a voice.
