The liquor trickled from the corner of her mouth, soaking the front of her robes, but she paid it no mind and merely began to laugh softly, her laughter laced with self-mockery:
"Bibi Dong! Bibi Dong! You really are a failure."
"The love you thought would be unforgettable turned out to be nothing more than a carefully calculated deception."
The wind lifted her long hair, making it ripple and snap.
She took another gulp of liquor, and a flame kindled in her eyes as her voice turned hoarse:
"But it doesn't matter. Love is nothing but an illusion to begin with."
Bibi Dong slammed the wine jar onto the stone table, producing a dull thud.
"At least I still have all this strength. I still have a God Position inheritance. I still have Spirit Hall!"
"Since I have no love, then I'll make a grand career for myself! Drink!"
Just then, a figure appeared in the pavilion without a sound.
Bibi Dong looked up and saw Su Yu. A trace of coldness swept across her brows, and her tone still carried some of her lingering hostility:
"What? Did you come here specifically to enjoy the sight of the Pope making a fool of herself?"
Su Yu did not answer. He walked straight to a stone bench nearby and sat down, then reached out and took the wine jar from her hands.
He tipped his head back and took a fierce gulp. Only after his Adam's apple bobbed and he swallowed the fiery liquor did he speak:
"Calling it a joke would be too much."
He wiped the liquor from the corner of his lips, his gaze settling on her face.
"I merely came to congratulate Your Excellency, the Pope, on finally seeing through the true colors of certain people."
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