The taste of Autumn Drunk remained as bitter as ever, carrying faint, piercing notes of spice. The moment Zhang Jingyun forced the first cup down his throat, a familiar sensation flooded his heart.
The bitterness bloomed on the tip of his tongue and then spread through his entire body. It seemed as though the moment the liquor entered his stomach, all the worries that usually plagued his mind were cast to the winds.
And so, as if bewitched, Zhang Jingyun poured cup after cup down his throat. A flush gradually crept up his cheeks, and his gaze grew increasingly hazy.
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