The lights flickered, and the clinking of glasses intertwined.
Alfred Weaver truly handled his wine well. Perhaps it had been a long time since he had relaxed like this, drinking without restraint.
The two of them chatted as they drank, gradually becoming slightly intoxicated. After all, the wine they were drinking was no ordinary wine, but rather immortal brew crafted from an immortal elixir!
Under the light, Alfred Weaver's complexion was rosy, his lips moist, alluring as a peach blossom, and his eyes dreamy, as if he were a captivating dream.
Carson Flores' heart couldn't help but beat fiercely a few times.
Between him and Alfred Weaver, there had always been a vague relationship slightly beyond ordinary friendship. Now meeting again, with the wine entering his heart, emotions started to rise.
"Carson, do you regret it?"
Carson smiled and said, "Regret what?"
"Regret saving me."
