Chapter 303: Bread and Dagger (1)
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol. Whenever I met her, the pungent smell of alcohol always brushed past my nose.
She was a woman with ash-grey hair.
Her deep blue eyes were clouded and unfocused. Her face, originally pale, was flushed with a delicate blush.
Even at a glance, she looked clearly intoxicated.
Most drunkards tend to look more unsightly the more they drink. But the woman sitting before me was different.
Rather, she exuded a poignant beauty like a lone flower remaining on a snowy field.
It was thanks to her naturally exceptional beauty.
She, of course, showed no sign of caring about others’ gazes.
She simply kept tilting the alcohol bottle to fill her glass.