He transmigrated into a tomb-raiding world more than thirty years ago. He opened a trading house and brewed fine liquor, but never drank it himself.
She was a member of the Zhang family, 160 years old, and regarded affection as a luxury.
She walked in and asked, "Can you leave?"
Later, she was poisoned, grew old, and died. For the first time, he drank.
Zhang Qiling brought her back to life. She said, "From now on, drink with me."
He said, "All right."
No confession, no promises, no betrayal. Just a jar of nameless wine.
