"Does this mountain have a name?"
"No."
In front of the tombstone, Su Mu lifted the wine jar and poured wine into his mouth. At first, Li Lu was dazed, and then instinctively wanted to stop him, but then she recalled her father's death. Gritting her teeth with hatred, she didn't stop it.
It wasn't until she saw Su Mu drinking mouthful after mouthful that Li Lu reached out to seize the wine jar and spoke anxiously.
"Are you crazy... I, I'm not worried about you. You promised to help me with something. You can die after it's done, but not now!"
"Moreover, this is my father's wine. If you drink it all, there will be none left for him!"
"Alright."
Su Mu put down the wine jar. Li Lu held the jar in her arms, remained silent for a moment, and then started talking about what she intended to do.
