Wenzhi snatched the glass of wine from Xinyuan's hand just as he was about to take another drink.
He took a slow sip himself, his grey eyes reflecting the colorful lights flashing across the club while thunderous music vibrated through the floorboards around them.
Tonight, everyone had gathered to celebrate. Zhiyao was officially the new faction leader of Sovereign.
The entire club had been taken over for the night. Everywhere you looked, people were drinking, dancing, laughing, and holding onto their partners.
After everything they had survived together, it felt almost surreal to see so many familiar faces simply enjoying themselves.
Xinyuan watched Wenzhi drain the rest of the wine in one smooth gulp. "Come on. I'm not a lightweight anymore."
"I'm not sure that's how it works," Wenzhi scoffed.
