The dim light fell on Lu Xiaoyou's face, her red lips still stained with the rich remnants of whiskey. With half a bottle coursing through her system, the alcohol heated the blood flowing through her veins.
She leaned back on the sofa chair, her watery eyes turning hazy.
Now, she had seen through the trajectory of the game Long Xiliang had set.
But she had to accept...
The Long Xiliang who loved her was truly gone!
He could never come back.
And now, this Long Xiliang - he's the Demon King, an ambitious man who's no longer confined to Beijing; he harbors grander visions.
Lu Xiaoyou poured the remaining whiskey from the bottle into her glass. She didn't need ice to dilute the taste. Lifting the glass, she took a sip of the strong liquor, feeling a blaze sear through her chest and throat.
