It took Jiutun a whole day to brew the sacred wine, and Ariel accompanied him to bury this jar of special wine under the osmanthus tree in the back mountain.
However, Ariel felt that it would be impossible for her to drink this wine for a while.
The golden osmanthus flower spikes were falling dots, and Isaac stood quietly in the distance watching her and Shuten talking and laughing, with a hint of sadness in his eyes again.
Having been with Shuton for many years, he also had a hobby of drinking, but this jar of wine had become something he never wanted to touch.
After a while, Isaac quietly returned to the guest house.
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