After three rounds of drinks in the house, the sense of alienation dissipated a lot. Although they still didn't become intimate, they were able to talk over the wine.
Sylvester Ji took off the collar from his neck and sipped the wine. Zuo Qianqiu saw the burn marks on his exposed neck and couldn't help asking, "When the Biansha cavalry invaded Duanzhou, you...how did you become like this?"
Sylvester Ji spun his wine glass and laughed, "Marlon Shen retreated quickly, and Duanzhou didn't hold out for even a day. The Biansha cavalry's horses were too fast, and my legs were not as good as before, so how could I escape? I was determined to die at that time."
When he said this, he thought of Hua Pingting and couldn't help but choke up in his throat. He rubbed his face without turning his head and did not continue.
Zuo Qianqiu drank the whole cup and said, "Marlon Shen, you deserve to be killed!"
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