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... get drunk. Every time I have wine, I drink with abandon—leaving behind the image of a figure with a wine gourd after fulfilling acts of chivalry. It's indescribably carefree.
Yet at this moment, the wine tastes slightly bitter.
Min Ning gazed at the firelight for a long while before shaking the gourd gently. Disbelieving, he muttered:
"Am I... an eagle?"
Come to think of it, that person never hid his feelings toward someone surnamed Zhou. Every time, he was strai ...
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