Biting her lower lip, Calista looked at him with a hint of grievance. She slowly said, “Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of the day you would taste the wine I've brewed. So, w-would you like to try it?”
Under the hopeful gaze of Calista, it was difficult for Kallum to say no to her. If he told her that the wine was definitely spoiled, perhaps it would mean her other wines were ruined as well. She put so much effort into this. If I were to tell her that, she would be greatly disappointed, wouldn't she?
Whenever Kallum thought of her usual bright, starry eyes looking dim, he couldn't bear it. So, he nodded slightly and said, “All right, I'll drink! Y-You just watch me.”
After speaking, he broke the clay seal, but there was no scent emanating from it, indicating it had truly gone bad.
Calista said earnestly, “I used mulberries, as I couldn't pick any other fruits. However, I've heard from others that mulberry wine is quite delightful. Would you like to try some?”
If Calista had been lucid, she would have known that many of these wines were unfit for consumption. After all, her methods were far from professional. Especially with the first bottle, even a nine-year-old prodigy couldn't achieve a perfect seal.
Besides, if fruit wine were to spoil, it could produce numerous bacteria harmful to the human body. For Kallum, with his current physical condition, recklessly consuming such things was practically courting death.
However, Kallum couldn't bear to see her heartbroken.
The sight of fingers, as white as porcelain, clutching a clay bottle smeared with dirt was already quite a contrast. Yet, Kallum dared to drink the unknown liquid inside. Truly, it was a display of courage.
He tilted his head back and took a sip, almost instinctively wanting to spit it out. But under the expectant gaze of Calista, he swallowed the strange, sour liquid bit by bit, feeling as if he had just consumed a dose of poison.
“Is it delicious?” Calista asked cautiously. Her face flushed a deep red, and her eyes sparkled brightly.
Kallum's expression remained unchanged until, finally, he revealed a dazzling smile. “It's really good! Better than any famous liquor I've ever had, both locally and internationally!”
“Really?” Calista reached out to grab it. “Let me give it a try, then!”
Kallum was taken aback, hastily raising his hand. “No! Since it's meant for me, you can't have any!”
After that, fearing that Calista might actually drink it, he tilted his head back and finished off the entire bottle of spoiled wine.
Luckily, after such a long period of evaporation, there wasn't much left in the bottle of liquor. Otherwise, it could have been lethal.
As Calista took the bottle to examine, Kallum managed to conceal a look of restraint. Even though the substance in the bottle made him feel like he was better off dead, having Calista in his arms made him feel a strange mix of pain and joy.
“You've really finished it...” Calista turned the bottle around, tipped it a couple of times, and indeed found it empty. Only then did a look of regret appear on her face.
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