"The Divine Sovereign only gave your friend ten days, five of which have already passed. You have only five days left to cherish; what are your last wishes?"
The melodious voice of a woman, akin to a nightingale, echoed in the courtyard. Shui Ling sat smilingly by the flower bed, conversing casually as if discussing household matters, leaving only a graceful silhouette to the person behind her.
"Since there are still five days left, isn't it too early to think about last wishes? Perhaps there's no need at all?"
The person behind her replied with a carefree tone tinged with a hint of roguishness, then raised the wine pot in his hand, tipped his head back to take a sip, and laughed heartily, "Why not talk about what should be done now, such as... having another drink?"
