She downed the glass of ice water in one gulp, pushed the empty glass aside, and reached for another drink. “But let’s just get this over with,” she said, her head hanging lower, as if she could no longer sit up straight, most of her weight resting on the bar.
“Third question.” She struggled to pull a weak smile and asked him, “When will our game end?”
Unlike the previous questions, he didn’t answer immediately. He stayed silent until she propped her head up with her hand and looked at him. Only then did he say, “I don’t know.”
She was stunned for a moment, then laughed, as if taking his response as an answer. Her hand shook as she reached for the third glass of alcohol. Just as it touched her lips, he grabbed the glass from her, his fingers tightly clutching it, and said coldly, “This
