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Li Hang raised his glass, his eyes seemingly pure and untainted, focusing intently on Xiao Qiang. "Tequila, also known as Tequila, is a specialty of Mexico, often referred to as the soul of Mexico."
"Where is Tequila made?" Xiao Qiang, unfamiliar with the formalities, brought the glass to his lips and inhaled the strong aroma of the drink. Unable to help himself, he gave a thumbs up and smiled at Li Hang. "It feels good."
Li Hang squinted slightly, rubbing his brow as he continued, "Tequila comes from a small town in Mexico, named after its place of origin. Tequila is sometimes called Agave liquor because its main ingredient is the Agave plant."
"Agave?" Xiao Qiang thought Li Hang seemed knowledgeable and felt he had seen something about it in their family background. However, that distant memory was layered and lacked a clear outline. He took a sip of the drink, playing with the glass while waiting for Li Hang to elaborate on the origins of Agave.
Yet Li Hang hadn’t taken a sip; he kept explaining the question Xiao Qiang had asked absentmindedly. "Agave is a type of succulent plant that usually takes twelve years to grow. Once mature, it is harvested and sent to the distillery, where it is cut in half and soaked for twenty-four hours. The juice is then extracted, mixed with sugar, and fermented for two to two and a half days before being distilled twice, reaching an alcohol content of 104 to 106 proof."
"Is brewing that simple?" After downing a drink, Xiao Qiang felt a slight buzz. Not wanting Li Hang to know he was tipsy, he forced himself to sit up straight and look directly at him.
Li Hang appeared quite patient; their interaction felt like childhood games or casual chats. He explained leisurely, "The distilled liquor is placed in oak barrels for aging. Depending on the aging time, the color and flavor can vary greatly. The unaged version is clear; silver tequila has a maximum aging period of three years; gold tequila must be aged for at least two to four years. Extra-aged tequila requires even longer aging, and when bottled, the alcohol content must be diluted to 80 to 100 proof." Before he could finish his explanation, Xiao Qiang had already slumped over the table, fast asleep.
In Xiao Qiang's consciousness, he found himself back in 2030 with Mr. Li and Mrs. Li—a woman of exceptional beauty. A standout in the world of pleasure houses, she was fortunate enough to have caught Mr. Li's eye and was kept in luxury while pregnant with his child.
Ancient buildings filled his mind as countless figures flickered through his thoughts. The sound of a baby crying echoed amidst hurried footsteps; a car engulfed in flames appeared in his awareness—a figure emerged from the fire, step by step into reality amidst chaos; he had come back to life…
"You've known all along that I am not human; I must thank you for taking away the child." The voice whispered near him, sending chills down Xiao Qiang's spine as he struggled to open his eyes. Water! He felt submerged.
Am I connected to water? Xiao Qiang fought against it. There was nothing in the water—no plankton or bubbles—just ice cold stillness.
An ancient voice spoke: "He is a target pursued by many; only by sealing his existence can we avoid calamity."
A familiar voice replied, "Yes, Father."
The aged voice continued, "Remember, only by becoming strong and having the capital to be arrogant will others look up to you. This way, you can obtain everything you deserve. Our family is irreconcilable with the Han Shaoyu Family; ever since we arrived on this planet, our hatred has been unending."
"I remember, Father."
"I do not wish to be enemies with humanity, yet I must exist with dignity."
"Yes, Father."
"Go and do what you must; be careful in all things."
"Yes, Father."
The drifting consciousness receded, and the voices of conversation became ethereal, gradually fading away. Two figures stood at the original ground, moving away. Xiao Qiang's heartfelt cry echoed, "Let me out."
Warm whispers filled the air, tender and intimate. A pair of eyes yearning for freedom silently screamed! Lin Yu suddenly sat up. It was still night; dawn had not yet arrived. The feeling from earlier was strange. That hidden anxiety crept back into her heart; she felt so much pain. Even after having a nightmare, she could not feel that thrilling heartbeat.
Her fingers instinctively reached for her chest, where a stagnant heart lay lifeless. Suddenly, it transformed into a vast ocean, surging with towering waves that could not calm down for a long time. So she still possessed human feelings and consciousness? Lin Yu got up and walked to the mirror, sitting down in front of it. The reflection in the mirror showed her pale face; her eyes seemed to have turned dark, reflecting a glimmer of ominous light.
The blue-hued mirror—who was behind her? Was it him? He approached her with a face full of apology and guilt. Lin Yu abruptly turned around; there was nothing behind her—what she had seen moments ago was merely an illusion.
Her fingers spread open, pressing against the mirror without feeling its warmth. Instead, she noticed a layer of dust on her fingertips; her gaze swept across the area, revealing dust everywhere. This place was an abandoned farmhouse inn.
The long-abandoned house was gradually decaying, filled with dust and cobwebs. Suddenly, she thought of the Chain; the nightmare she had just experienced was connected to it.
For the sake of that discarded Chain, Lin Yu returned to Dongjiawan Station. Where was the Chain? She had a premonition that finding the Chain would allow her to connect with him on a deeper level.
Unlike Matt and Wu Yi, she was alone in the inn, merely wanting to stay for one night. She wanted to wait for the right moment to continue searching for him. She knew that going to Han Shaoyu's lair and questioning Professor R and his group would be futile; she could only rely on herself.
The area beside the tracks was filthy, reeking of Blood Stench. Lin Yu felt an urge to chop off her own hands, not understanding why she had impulsively discarded it and still wanted to retrieve it. Tears flowed without warmth, rolling down like droplets as her emotions sank.
If he were here, they wouldn't have lost their means of communication. Last night at the inn, she had tried every method but couldn't connect with him. Had something happened to him? Should she return to the lair to plead with Han Shaoyu? Or confront Li Hang? It was all baseless; what could a cigarette butt possibly prove?
With a sigh like a bald man’s lament, her proud heart was mercilessly pricked, causing a twinge of pain! Searching for lost love was difficult! In her desperation, she even mistook an inconspicuous bent twig for the Chain.
A massive Bat needed to reclaim what belonged to him before dawn. Determining her direction, she headed towards Dongjiawan...
Finally, she spotted the Chain stuck beneath the tracks. Lin Yu reached out to grab it. Impossible! The Chain burned with intense heat, scalding her hand as she quickly withdrew it in shock; she never expected it to be a silver Chain.
What should she do? A cold wind swept by, followed by a grip on her shoulder. Lin Yu suddenly felt pain in her shoulder and looked up to see him! Because of her unauthorized departure, Han Shaoyu had come personally to bring her back.
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