Love in the Rain

I poured the golden liquid, fragrant with amber, into my goblet with all my attention, careful not to raise a single bubble.

This was already my third glass.

Mandala was the place I visited most often, and one of the few bars that was relatively quiet.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a gloomy curtain of rain hid the usual spectacle of people lost in a life of excess. In the distance, a few campfires burned here and there among the homeless.

At this moment, the chaotic city of Hailuoyin felt especially lonely.

I raised my glass and drained it.

The burning alcohol spread through my chest like a virus, stirring a dreamlike pleasure.

I sighed and picked up the bottle again.

Tonight would be the night Qingyu and I…

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