There are stars and moon, tea and wine.
Sterling Feng and Julian Cui were sitting facing each other. Outside the attic, the breeze was blowing softly and the spring grass was budding.
Ignoring the fact that one of the houses next to him had just collapsed and Foer had rescued his apprentice and escaped, it was indeed a good night.
Sterling Feng looked at Julian Cui who was sitting not far in front of him.
The other party neither drank tea nor drank alcohol. Instead, he picked up a cup of medicine, showed hesitation at first, then closed his eyes with a calm and fearless expression, raised his head and poured the cup into his mouth. Those who knew thought he was committing suicide by drinking poison.
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