Ye Xuan didn't notice that the drunk homeless man behind him raised his head and stared at his silhouette. Then, the drunkard took a big gulp of his wine. It was tasteless like water.
Xiao Mingyan hadn't expected that they would meet again under such circumstances. He revealed a self-deprecating smile. The memory of drinking with Ye Xuan was still fresh in his mind. It was as if it had only happened yesterday. In such a short time, everything had changed.
Xiao Wuyou had chased him out of the Xiao clan because he wanted to see him fall to his lowest. Now, Xiao Mingyan was struggling on his last breath, and it was far more painful than death. This was Xiao Wuyou's true goal.
How could the low-quality wine he was drinking now be as good as the Monkey Wine they had together that day? Now, he was no different from a dead man. He was just using the alcohol to numb his pain as he awaited his death.
