His heart trembled wildly, the word "Brother" tugged at his nerves.
In the end, Sikong Jing stayed in Ye Changlian's room, sitting by the window just like before, watching the river flow swiftly past under the enchanting moonlight.
Ye Changlian sat timidly across from him, brewing wine.
"Brother, the wine is ready," after a while, Ye Changlian slowly passed over the cup filled with wine.
Sikong Jing took it and stared at the wine but did not drink it for a long time.
Across from him, Ye Changlian blinked her beautiful large eyes and gently asked, "Brother, isn't the wine fragrant?"
Sikong Jing looked up and replied, "It is fragrant!"
He drank it and then looked at Ye Changlian and sighed, "Ultimately, it's just a futile sentiment. My sister, Sikong Ling, will never come back to life, and this useless dream must now end."
After speaking, he gazed deeply at Ye Changlian, whose expression began to wildly change, then sighed, "The poison in the wine is useless against me."
Bang!
