259 Chapter 259

No… their opposite fates were bound to clash, whatever the form.

She plucked the golden broom off the knot and tossed it aside.

The basket was layered with objects.

First, a bottle of liquor.

Poor, coarse clay pottery without even the lowliest restaurant's distillery sigil, only found in the smallest of slum bars.

Ning Yi had sent a bottle of bad liquor a thousand miles?

Feng Zhiwei stared at the bottle in confusion, the answer to her question dancing on the rims of her mind. She uncorked the bottle and carefully sniffed.

Pungent and biting, a strong liquor suitable for laborers working in the cold of winter.

Feng Zhiwei's hand shook.

That night by the abandoned bridge they had shared this very bottle of cheap liquor. She had listened quietly to his stories about Da Cheng, his voice light even as secrets filled his mind; she had not noticed then, her mind occupied with her own future.