"How is it?"
"Aren't you the one who dislikes drinking alcohol?"
Seeing the amber liquid in the glass in front of Feng Yuan, Qi Chen felt a bit puzzled. The heavy aroma of the drink permeated the air, unscattered even by the sea breeze. But wasn't this guy someone who avoided alcohol?
"I do dislike it—getting drunk, going crazy, as if everything is forgotten, as if there are no worries. But wake up, and you still have to face reality. If it can't truly be avoided, then why should I bother?"
Feng Yuan swirled the glass in his hand and smiled faintly.
"Relax, this isn't alcohol. It's just a drink with a dash of alcohol for flavor. Want to try it?"
Not fully understanding what Feng Yuan was up to this time, Qi Chen didn't decline. He pulled out a chair and sat down, letting the sea breeze brush past him. Exhaling deeply, he glanced at the glass Feng Yuan handed him, then at Feng Yuan.
"Your drink there—does it have some kind of energy-boosting effect?"
