The night air was quiet, the rippling surface of the lake shimmering under the soft light of the moon.
After the weighty discussion with the Saintess, the tension that had gripped the air had gradually dissipated. Things were finally settling down, like dust after a storm.
Cattaleya leaned back comfortably, the faint gleam of amusement dancing in her eyes as she pulled out another bottle of wine. With a mischievous grin, she extended it toward Lin Mu.
"I've got ten more bottles left," she said proudly, tilting the neck of the bottle in his direction. "Snatched them from the banquet before all the chaos around you broke out. Would've been a waste to leave them behind."
Lin Mu couldn't help but chuckle at her brazenness. "You stole wine from the banquet?"
"Borrowed," she corrected with a wave of her hand. "Banquets are meant for drinking, so technically I'm doing them a favor by not letting it go stale."
Lin Mu shook his head, amused, and accepted the bottle.
