After watching the moonlight for the better part of an hour, Su Bei still didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy.
He simply took out a pot of wine from the storage ring and sat by the window, gazing at the scattered lights in the distance.
Speaking of which, he had never really drunk the wine he brewed. The person he used to be didn't drink, nor did he want to. His heart held no burdens, and he was at ease.
Now he wanted to drink because his heart truly carried many things, making him feel 'heavy.' It wasn't just emotionally. Those fragments of memory embedded in the Sea of Consciousness made Su Bei feel as if he were an invisible puppet on strings.
Every move seemed to be within the expectations of 'another self.'
