บท 348: Ambition

Zhang Ji held an exquisite wine cup in his right hand and gently twirled it around. The thick liquid in it sloshed around with his movements but never spilled out; it always stopped when it had reached the edges, then returned to the center of the cup.

To him, wine was the best thing in the world. When he was down, it would give him comfort.

And yet, it was also the worst thing in the world; after a hangover, his depression would only intensify.

He placed the wine cup on the table and stared at it as if facing off with an enemy. Suddenly, he chuckled softly and shook his head. "I've really got nothing better to do, to be competing with a cup of wine," he thought.

Even if his opponent was a cup of wine, he still emerged the victor. He made up his mind to become teetotal from now on.