Li Molin glanced coldly at Xuan Yuanhao, then looked at Liang Yihan. His expression shifted, he pondered for a moment, then turned and flew away.
Xuan Yuanhao looked up and watched as the black light that Li Molin had transformed into disappeared in an instant. He said in surprise, "Yi Han, is this what you call all sorts of supernatural powers? It's really amazing."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was no response for a long time. Then he heard a crisp "crack" sound. He turned his head in confusion and saw that Liang Yihan had crushed the wine glass in his hand. The warm wine spilled all over his hand, and the broken pieces of porcelain cut his fingers, causing blood to seep out and mix with the wine to form a light red color as it flowed down.
"Yi Han!" Xuan Yuanhao exclaimed in surprise, rushing back to stand in front of Liang Yi Han and asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
Liang Yihan seemed to have just come to his senses. He shook his hand, looked up at Xuan Yuanhao, a smile appearing on his pale face. His voice was a little hoarse as he whispered, "I'm fine."
"Oh." Xuan Yuanhao nodded hesitantly, without asking any further questions.
Liang Yihan poured wine into Xuan Yuanhao's glass, then took out a new glass and filled it to the brim. A smile appeared on his lips, a smile similar to his usual one—boastful and unrestrained, yet subtly tinged with melancholy. He waved his hand and laughed, "Haozi, come on, let's have a good drink!"
“Alright.” Xuan Yuanhao sat back down on the stone chair, raised his wine glass and clinked it against Liang Yihan’s, saying, “Let’s drink.”
Liang Yihan tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. A tear welled up from the corner of his tightly closed eyes, but it evaporated in an instant. When he lowered his head, who would know that he had been crying?
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