"I'm not good with alcohol."
After clinking glasses with Pedro Langley, Nora Scott took a small sip of her fake drink and suddenly spoke.
Pedro Langley looked at her quietly.
Surprisingly, he didn't mock her.
Nora was wearing a white nightgown, her hair half-dry and slightly messy. Her slender fingers held the glass, her eyes slightly lowered, gaze resting on the liquor, distant, as if looking at something across it.
A bit detached, a bit downcast.
She spoke leisurely, "Ward likes to drink baijiu. Among his friends... Sir Quinn doesn't drink, Ward has a poor capacity for alcohol, Sir Sutton's stomach can't handle it, so he quit drinking early."
"You kept him company?"
Pedro Langley spoke in a low, slightly hoarse voice.
"Yeah." Nora said, "After I followed my master, I often ran errands for him, traveling across the country, meeting some people, and picked up some martial world habits. Around that time—"
