Dan Yuseong's POV
A person she'd been searching for over ten years. Honestly, if it were me, I'd have given up long ago. At this point, it's practically uncertain whether they're even alive or dead. Not to mention, the Central Plains aren't exactly small, and the world itself is pretty harsh, so it's only natural to feel that way even more.
"Congratulations. Ten years of effort are finally bearing fruit."
"Haha… I suppose so…"
Her expression and voice were still somewhat stiff, but I offered my genuine congratulations. I hoped the meeting she was anticipating would turn out well.
Naturally, as night fell, the drinking began again.
"But weren't you sick? Are you sure it's okay to drink?"
"For me, alcohol is medicine."
"You're young, and it doesn't seem like you're alone—shouldn't you drink in moderation? A person can be gone in an instant, you know."
"In an instant…"
…That's right. A person can be gone in an instant.
"Doesn't that mean we should enjoy it even more?"
