The third glass, the fourth glass, the fifth glass … I felt like the world was spinning, my stomach was churning, and my throat was spitting fire. Every glass had a different taste, and I didn't have time to savor the taste of the wine. I only knew that the wine was as strong as the summer afternoon sun, and I felt like I was on fire. I held onto the table, wiped my mouth, and picked up the ninth glass. I glanced at Duanmu Que, who was opposite me, and he wasn't any better than me. He held onto the table and drank the eighth glass in one gulp, then threw the glass to the side. The stage was littered with our broken glasses, and with the reflection of the lights, the sky darkened. Duanmu Que stared at me. "How about it? Do you want to continue? Or admit defeat? We're only halfway through. "
I tilted my head back and swallowed the ninth glass. I threw the glass to the side and forced myself to say, "No, no need."
"Hehe, alright, I'll accompany you to the end." Duanmu Que stared at me and drank the ninth glass.
The tenth glass, the eleventh glass, the twelfth glass … One glass after another, I felt like I couldn't keep my eyes open, and my whole body was weak. I collapsed on the floor, my right hand holding onto the edge of the table, and my left hand reaching for the glass. Then I brought it to my mouth and poured it into my mouth. Every time I swallowed a mouthful, it felt like my whole body was being pricked with needles. My legs gradually went numb, and my whole body became cold. As for the audience who were cheering below the stage, they wouldn't be able to feel this kind of heart-wrenching pain. Even if they were usually afraid of our identities and our methods, from the moment we stood on the stage, we were like actors and they were like audience members. The conflict between Duanmu Que and I, in their eyes, was just a part of the stage play.
Halfway through the competition, the hand that was holding the wine glass gradually slowed down. I no longer drank the wine in one gulp. Instead, it was like I was drinking medicine. I slowly swallowed mouthful after mouthful. My entire body was leaning against the table to support myself. I forced myself to raise my head. Duanmu Que was also leaning against the table. His movements gradually slowed down. Every time he took a sip, his brows would furrow. It seemed that he had reached his limit.
The audience was in an uproar, and I could no longer hear what the people below were shouting. The only thing that kept me from falling was that I had to win. Whether or not I could chop off Duanmu Que's hand was no longer important. The current me didn't have any strength to resist. Only by winning would I be able to fall and have a moment of rest.
At this time, there were only two cups of "Samsara" left on the table. One for Duanmu Que, and the other for me. Samsara. Is it true that after drinking this cup of wine, I can be reincarnated? In that case, I hope that in the next life, I can be an ordinary person, do what I want to do, and marry the person I like. I forced myself to stand up, and grabbed the cup of wine. Although I felt that I couldn't swallow anything else, but in order to win against him, in order to preserve my dignity, I had to force myself to drink it. I picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp. Then, I slammed the cup to the ground.
"What happened?"
"Two people at the same time?"
"No way, how could there be such a coincidence?"
The audience's voices could be heard from the stage. Could it be that I didn't win, but I was the one who smashed the cup first? Duanmu Que won? I looked at Duanmu Que. He was also leaning against the table and looking at me.
It turned out that when I smashed the wine cup, Duanmu Que also drank the last cup of wine and smashed the cup. Both of our cups fell to the ground at the same time. It was impossible to tell who came first.
The host acted as if it was the first time he had encountered such a situation. He stood there, not knowing what to do. The audience sighed, but no one dared to stand up to determine who won and who lost.
I felt dizzy. I sat on the ground, leaning against the table. My consciousness was getting fainter and fainter. At this time, I felt someone run to my side, and a coat was draped over my shoulders. I forced myself to open my eyes, and saw a delicate face. Han Hao helped me tidy up my dress, and helped me stand up. My legs went soft, and I almost fell again. Han Hao took the opportunity to pull me into his arms. I was paralyzed in his arms. His body exuded a faint fragrance that made me feel very comfortable. I gradually closed my eyes, and wanted to fall asleep just like that.
"Han Hao, let her go." I heard Duanmu Que's ear-piercing voice. I forced myself to open my eyes. He was already in front of me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms. I lifted my head and saw him glaring at Han Hao.
"Que, I didn't mean anything else." Han Hao tried to help me tidy up the coat that had slipped off. Duanmu Que raised his hand and flung the coat that was draped over me at Han Hao.
"Han Hao, don't meddle in other people's business. She asked for it." Duanmu Que pulled my arm and turned around to walk off the stage.
I struggled, but Duanmu Que's grip was very tight. My entire wrist was red from his grip. I used the last of my strength to push Duanmu Que away. He lost his balance and took two steps back. I turned and grabbed Han Hao's hand. My head went dizzy, and I fell again. Han Hao hugged me, and I held onto Han Hao's arm tightly. I said weakly, "Take me away." Then, I lost consciousness.
I didn't know how long I was in a daze, but I gradually opened my eyes. My head hurt so much that it felt like it was going to explode. I looked around. It was a familiar room with familiar decorations. I was already home. Just then, my mother pushed the door open. Seeing that I was about to sit up, she quickly ran over to help me up. She poured me a glass of water and handed it to me.
"You're awake. You scared your mother." My mother touched my forehead.
"It's okay, Mom. How did I get back?"
"When I was waiting for you at home, someone knocked on the door. Auntie Wang told me that you were back, and that there was a boy with you. I ran over and saw that it was Han Hao. I saw that he was holding you. You were unconscious in his arms, and you reeked of alcohol. I quickly asked him to bring you to your room. "
So it was Han Hao who brought me back. It seemed that he was a reliable person.
"Mom, did he leave?"
"I don't think so. After he settled you down, he went downstairs to the study to find your father."
"Huh? He knows my father? "
"His father and your father are good friends, but they rarely interact. His family has always had business dealings with Duanmu Que's family."
As expected, he was Kurosawa. Since his father and my father were good friends, he wouldn't torture me like Duanmu Que did. I could even trust him. I got off the bed and put on a jacket. When I looked up, I saw that Han Hao had draped the jacket over my shoulders. I picked it up.
"Mom, I'm going downstairs to take a look."
"Go."
I walked to the study. The door was half-open. Through the crack, I saw Han Hao sitting across from my father. The two of them were talking and laughing. The atmosphere was harmonious. I knocked on the door. "Dad, it's me."
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