Chapter 11 Sibling Rivalry: A Drink to Forget a Thousand Sor

ged out of bed by Qiao'er's forceful tugs. With a large panda eye, Qi Lin wished she could just bang her head against something and die. Damn for 151 Reading Network, I only have one thing to say: th...Chapter Eleven: Sibling Rivalry, A Drunken Solitude Unveils Heartaches 3

However, Qi Lin's silence was seen by Qiao Er as an implicit agreement. Recalling Su Feng and Zhen Xi’s experiences made her anger surge, yet she hesitated to bring down her hand.

Qi Lin closed her eyes; she knew that whatever she said wouldn’t be heard by the current state of mind of Qiao Er. It would be better to find a moment when everyone could calm down and talk properly.

"You... !" With frustration, Qiao Er glared at Qi Lin, recalling their past and what they all had endured, causing her heartache in waves.

"Snap."

The slap landed on her left cheek, bringing a scorching pain.

"smack"

Another slap landed on her right cheek, and she heard a buzzing sound in her ear, followed by a salty metallic taste in her mouth. Qi Lin opened her eyes and saw Qiaoer raising her hand in the air, trembling but not daring to bring it down. She knew that the two previous slaps were one for Zixi and another for Susong, while this third one was meant for Qiaoer herself.

Swallowing back the salty taste in her mouth, she looked quietly at Qiaoer and said, "Go ahead, I won't dodge."

Qiaoer was taken aback. Looking at Qi Lin's swollen face, tears started to fall down her cheeks. She wanted to hit too but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Clenching her lips tightly, she said word by word, "From now on, I owe you nothing and neither do you owe me anything. We have no connection with each other, yet I hate you, we all hate you."

After saying this, Qiaoer turned around and ran away. Qi Lin's hand was suspended in midair before slowly dropping down.

She didn’t know how long she had been standing there until a thin layer of snow covered her again. Qi Lin mechanically walked out of the laundry yard.

She didn't know what she was feeling at the moment, but總之, her mind was as calm as a placid lake without any ripples.

Wandering aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, she noticed fewer and fewer people around her. Eventually, she found herself in a courtyard devoid of light. Qí Lín casually sat on a stone and stared up at the sky, her mind drifting back to what Qioér had said and reflecting on her life in modern times.

Whenever she was unhappy, she would go to a bar or find a restaurant to buy a case of beer and drink herself into oblivion. But now, there were no bars around, and no beer Right, she hadn't even tasted ancient liquor yet.

Pondering this thought, she got up intending to fetch some alcohol. Just as she raised her foot to take the first step, something tripped her. Bending down for a closer look, Qí Lín lifted her feet and kicked several times before squatting down.

"Encountering a pillow when you're sleepy, what good luck." Picking up a jar of wine, she knocked on it with satisfaction, a grin spreading across her face. She unscrewed the lid to reveal an intoxicating aroma of alcohol. Qí Lín licked her lips and surveyed her surroundings. "Alright then, consider this as compensation for stepping on my foot."

Saying so, she lifted her head and downed a large gulp of wine. To her surprise, its taste wasn't inferior to the national liquor she had tasted only once in modern times; she hadn’t felt anything before but now she could feel warmth spreading through her stomach. Squinting her eyes, she thought to herself that this was free alcohol, so she continued drinking.

The liquor went down, and all the past events rushed back into her mind. But the clearest memory was of that night when she had sealed away her emotions—looking up at the falling snow, Qi Lin angrily picked up a wine jar, poured it all into her mouth, then viciously smashed the empty jar on the ground.

"Hahaha Wandering Drifter, tears wetting my clothes." Qi Lin held another unopened wine jar and said, "I’ve already shed enough tears. If someone wants to cry, let them do it."

To have a friend, one must be prepared to exhaust all measures of loyalty.

Gulp gulp

"What an apt description: Wandering Drifter, tears wetting my clothes."

Before she could finish drinking the liquor in her mouth, she heard a man’s voice beside her. She held the wine jar and looked at the dark-clothed figure before her—why was there another head Qi Lin squinted and leaned closer to take a better look.Kingdom to create one for her. Though slightly different from the legend, it was still quite impressive.While inspecting the Phoenix Captive, Bu Yao kept an eye on Jiang Yuanchen’s reaction; his eyes...