The night fell, the breeze blew through the window, the house was brightly lit, reflecting familiar faces.
Liora raised her head slightly, her eyes still fixed on Ji Ming, the empty cup in her hand trembling slightly. She whispered, "Can I have some more?" Her voice was weak, as if she was afraid of breaking this fragile expectation.
Ji Ming scratched his head awkwardly, and Zhao Ren let out a half-laugh and half-sigh. Yun Shou turned his head with a faint smile on his lips.
"Uh... the last drop," Ji Ming finally admitted, "I only have this bottle, originally reserved for... well, moments like tonight."
The house was suddenly silent.
Liora blinked and confirmed again, "Is it really gone?"
Ji Ming nodded helplessly.
"Not even a drop," Zhao Ren shook the empty bottle, motioning for her to see clearly.
