It felt like a feather brushing across the heartstrings, yet also like waves striking a reef.
Yin Rui collapsed into his arms.
Only then did Yin Chao remember something-Yin Rui apparently couldn't handle even a single drink.
The scene changed again, shifting to the dim alley behind the Underground Tavern, where his vision was severely limited.
His hearing, however, was exceptionally sharp.
Shallow and deep breaths came one after another, along with the wet sounds of lips and tongues entwining.
"Will you remember my name?"
"Mm... I will... ah..."
"My name is Shang Yi."
"Shang Yi... Shang Yi..."
Yin Chao wore an indescribable expression. He covered his ears and crouched on the ground, wishing only for this scene to end as quickly as possible.
As though it had heard his thoughts, the scene immediately began to change.
Yin Rui stood in the Central Hall, facing the Archbishop.
"A lot of people have gone missing lately. You can't keep this from me for much longer, Bishop."
The Archbishop bowed slightly, as though addressing a mischievous child. "Your Holiness, everything is for the City-State."
Ever since she had been old enough to understand, Yin Rui had heard those words more times than she could count.
She refused to compromise any longer. Rising to her feet, she looked down at him. "I don't want this happening again, Bishop. Remember your place. Don't overstep."
The Archbishop still wore that kindly smile Yin Rui had never been able to fathom.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
Later, when Yin Rui slipped out again, she could no longer find the Underground Tavern.
A homeless man saw her wandering nearby and handed her a note.
"The former owner of the tavern asked me to give you this. He said it was for a young fellow with black hair and black