Wine

It was like venting all the suppressed grievances from all the past years.

While blood dripped in the cemetery at midnight... 

…

At the rice noodle shop. 

"Thank you, Ms. Jiu. This is the promised reward, together with the unique secret recipe of my rice noodle."

Old Lady Chen handed Lin Hanxing the reward she had prepared.

"I will keep your great kindness in my heart and not mention a word about you to anyone!"

In a split second, Old Lady Chen knelt in front of Lin Hanxing.

"I only take what I deserve." Lin Hanxing took the bank card from her, but said nothing about the secret recipe.

"Also..." Old Lady Chen seemed to have recalled something, she leaned over to her ear and whispered something that she overheard in a rice noodle shop.

Lin Hanxing raised her eyebrows. That news was very useful to her…

…

When she returned to the Bamboo House, the mess in the courtyard was cleaned up.

"You want to have a drink?" Lin Hanxing turned her head to Lei Xiao and looked at him with bright eyes. 

She seemed to be in a good mood. 

"There are several jars of plum wine buried under that tree. Let's dig it out and juice up tonight!" Lin Hanxing pointed at a tree in the yard with her chin slightly raised.

Lei Xiao saw the childish side of her these few days.

His cold eyes were eased, he said nothing but walked over the direction she pointed and dug out a few well-sealed wine jars.

He took a jar out and buried the rest.

Lin Hanxing got herself two wine glasses and sat by the stone table in the yard.

With the sound of the jar pop, the wine fragrance filled the air. 

The faint amber liquid was crystal clear. Lin Hanxing raised her head and downed it. The aroma left lingering in her mouth as it reached the throat. 

"Uncle Dumb's craftsmanship is awesome."

She chuckled and seemed a lot more lively than usual.

Lei Xiao took a sip. This wine was not too strong, but it could hit hard if one overdrank. 

The moonlight was like running water. 

"Where are you from?"

Lin Hanxing looked at him sideways while holding the wine glass, her long black hair slid down her cheeks.

"The city of Jiang," Lei Xiao replied. 

"The Jiang City…" Lin Hanxing deliberately dragged her words. 

"I hate Jiang City the most."

This remark sounded doubtful—sweet yet annoying. 

"What about you, where are you from?" asked Lei Xiao. 

Lin Hanxing leaned on the stone table and looked up at the bright white moon.

"Me?" she chucked mockingly. 

"I come from hell and yearn for heaven." Lin Hanxing's eyes were bright, her cheeks gradually turned pink. 

"I will go with you."

If she liked hell, he would stay with her in hell.

If she yearned for heaven, he would give her one. 

"What did you do to me that day when you drugged me with incense?" Lin Hanxing suddenly asked him with one hand propping her chin. 

She sounded slightly mad.

Lei Xiao's gaze turned dark. He could not help but think of that day when his fingers glided on her delicate skin.

"Did you do anything naughty to me?"

She seemed to be smiling. Her delicate face shone with a hint of coquettish beauty.

"What kind of naughty thing?" asked Lei Xiao. 

Lin Hanxing tilted her head as if she was seriously pondering over this question.

A smell of unripe mango mixed with floral wine filled the air.