What was in that bottle? Could it be that after changing his clothes, this man still remembered to bring a drink with him? If that were really the case, the liquid inside the bottle might not be anything good. It could well be some kind of medicinal liquor, perhaps one that had been steeped for many years.
Yes, that must be it. Otherwise, there would be no explanation as to why the man would bother to take that thing with him when he was fleeing for his life.
"What are you looking at? Are you wondering what kind of liquid is in there?" The woman in white, seeing me gaze intently at the bottle in the man's hand, directly asked.
"Yeah, I think it's probably some medicinal liquor," I replied, still fixated on the bottle in the man's hand, without turning my head.
"Shall we make another guess? I bet it's not medicinal liquor but something else," the woman in white said with a chuckle, speaking again.
