In the past, even a little drink would turn my face red, but now I can drink a thousand cups and never 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 straightforward about them and often joked that he was a traitorous disciple who betrayed his master and ancestors. To invent a story of "one lifelong love, one soulmate" was not surprising.
Even though Min Ning had long understood this, hearing the story now still brought indescribable and unsettling emotions—a mixed bag of feelings.
"Zhu Yu, am I really an eagle?" Min Ning couldn't help but question aloud.
