Chapter 240: Chapter 240: Looking at You?
She, too, had tried to make friends, only to see them age and wither as time passed, eventually returning to the dust.
In this world, she alone was immortal, living long enough to become an ancestor to all.
Bai Chuwei rose again from the stone table, her hand lifting the cup to take in the scent of peach blossoms, and with a snort and a murmur said to herself, “The drink…”
Even she had been drunk on Peach Blossom Elixir before.
A drunken stupor that lasted half a year, yet upon awakening, she found that no one around her had noticed her half-year absence.
Everyone else had spouses and children, close relatives and friends, while she was utterly alone.
Bai Chuwei sighed, continuously pouring drink from a small gourd into her cup, and as she drank, the scene before her began to blur, doubling in her vision…
Setting down her cup, Bai Chuwei rubbed her temples and muttered, “What’s happening to me?”
“You’re drunk,” said a voice.
The man’s magnetic voice carried a hint of displeasure, chilling in the mountaintop breeze.
Bai Chuwei was stunned for a moment, then looked across the stone table, where a figure was indistinct amidst the misty seas of clouds in the mountains.
Through the haze, a familiar feeling welled up within her.
Her eyes, previously muddled with intoxication, suddenly shone brightly. She stood abruptly and with a sweep of her hand, dispersed the clouds before her to gradually reveal the tall figure.
The man was dressed in a tailored ash-grey designer suit, standing upright like a pine, his ink-black hair slightly disheveled by the wind, with a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, as if he had just ascended the mountain.
“Duan Feihan? What are you doing here?” Bai Chuwei suddenly sobered up, her eyes wide with surprise as she spoke.
Duan Feihan frowned at Bai Chuwei and replied truthfully, “I came looking for you.”Her behavior today was abnormal, and he had been worried. After hastily dealing with the aftermath of the Duan Family wedding, he had quickly started searching for her.
He lifted his left hand, his suit sleeve falling to reveal his sturdy arm, adorned with Sandalwood Buddhist Beads and black silk thread.
Bai Chuwei understood; it was because of the bracelet she had given that he had come looking for her.
Bai Chuwei returned to her stone stool and continued to pour wine into her cup from the small gourd.
The gourd seemed like a bottomless pit that could never be emptied, no matter how much she drank.
Duan Feihan spoke with restrained emotion, “Who did you think you saw just now?” She seemed a bit forlorn.
Bai Chuwei replied, “I thought I saw a ghost.” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noᴠelfire.net
For a moment, she had thought she’d seen that fellow—was she that drunk?
Bai Chuwei had a knack for leaving people gasping for air with no compensation.
Duan Feihan looked down at the stone table covered with dishes, painstakingly prepared by a chef who had clearly put in great effort.
This also indicated how seriously Bai Chuwei took this anniversary day.
Duan Feihan noticed that the clothes she wore today were also different from usual—a white dress without any patterns, except for a long black streak at the edge of the skirt, making her appearance extraordinarily solemn and respectful.
It was the first time he saw her dressed in such a manner.
Duan Feihan lifted his eyes to gaze at Bai Chuwei, pondered for a long while, then suddenly spoke, “One should look ahead.”
Bai Chuwei propped her chin up, lifting her slightly inebriated eyes to look at Duan Feihan sitting in front of her. With a light blink and her voice carrying a drunk allure like a warm spring breeze, she chuckled and teasingly retorted, “Look at you?”