Turning back, I saw that the other wine glass on the table was filled with wine. He looked at me and said slowly: "Come back and drink this last glass with me. After drinking it, I... I will let you free!"

My heart seemed to be suddenly pulled up again and jumped hard.

The last cup? It's really the last cup?

After drinking this drink, will he really let go?

However, the uneasiness in my heart was like ink dripping on rice paper, expanding little by little - I have never forgotten that when he promised to let me go, he was so calm, saying that he wanted me to leave, but in the end -

Maybe this is poisonous wine?

But what if it isn't? What if he really is, he just wants to let me go?

My heart beats once, and the thoughts in my mind turn around. The fear and hope are endless, almost driving people crazy. I bit my lower lip, picked up the cup, and looked at him again.

He was still sitting there, his long eyelashes covering his dark eyes, and below was a lake that had condensed into ice, and there was no wave.

The last cup, just!

I tilted my neck and drank the glass of wine.

The spicy smell spread from the tip of the tongue to the throat, so hot that it seemed to be about to burn. I was choked and coughed, but he suddenly burst into laughter: "Do you think I will poison you?...Do you think I will poison? No - I can't bear to give up, but I still can't bear to give up-"

There is no poison in the wine.

My heart fell back to the distance, but when I saw him laughing, I felt uneasy. I bowed to him and said, "Goodbye." After that, I hurriedly walked out.

But just as I walked to the door and was about to step out, there was a word from behind that he gritted his teeth and almost popped out of his teeth.
Chapter completed!