"Wei Ying, back at the festival..." He trails off, not wanting to admit he tried some drugs and got high to experiment with his music. "I can handle it. Just one cup."
He makes a toast, and then slowly sips his cup. He didn't drink it down all at once, but slowly in tentative sips. Miraculously, he still sitting up, so he must have developed a tolerance. Reminiscing, "Tastes like home. It has been long. How about you? How is yours taste?"
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Date: 2020-09-08 03:43 am (UTC)From:He makes a toast, and then slowly sips his cup. He didn't drink it down all at once, but slowly in tentative sips. Miraculously, he still sitting up, so he must have developed a tolerance. Reminiscing, "Tastes like home. It has been long. How about you? How is yours taste?"