In Jiang Fang's hands were two dark blue liquor bottles. Judging by the words on the label, they seemed to be alcohol from that great northern country.
As everyone knew, the liquor there was extremely strong!
Don't assume martial artists couldn't get drunk. The ingredients used to make alcohol nowadays were all premium goods. There was even liquor brewed with treasures like Spirits of Grass and Wood, though very few people could afford to drink it.
"Let's have a couple of drinks?"
As Jiang Fang spoke, she opened both bottles.
Ning Ze felt his teeth ache. Never mind strong liquor—even ordinary alcohol had gotten him drunk at the last welcome party. He had spent the whole night in a daze, not even knowing how he had gotten through it.
He wanted to refuse, but seeing Jiang Fang's domineering manner and the faintly sorrowful, pitiful look she revealed, he could only steel himself and say, "Alright."
"It's been many years now." Jiang Fang filled both their glasses, her gaze carrying a trace of reminiscence.
Ning Ze sensed that things were about to go wrong. Then his wineglass was clinked against.
"Come, cheers."
Ning Ze reluctantly raised his glass. He wanted to take a tiny sip and put it down, but when he looked up, he saw a gaze that seemed displeased and faintly threatening. He could only take a drink.
"Life is cruel now, but compared to the past, it can truly be called happiness. Not long after I was born, my parents died. The R Virus, and then the even more terrifying RR Virus—the death rate was incredibly high. Two adults in suboptimal health didn't survive, but I did..."
Jiang Fang continued speaking to herself while Ning Ze kept his head lowered and ate.
After his previous experience of getting