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Ruffy Smith's fingers holding the cigarette had gone stiff.

It was as if he was hearing hallucinations in his ears, unable to believe the answer he had just heard.

"What... what did you say?"

He was afraid that it was the hallucination of his drunken mind, allowing him to hear only what he wanted to hear.

The ash fell as his pupils trembled slightly, and even when the still-burning ash fell onto his other drooping wrist, scorching him, he didn't react.

Fortunately, Ellen Young wasn't someone to take offense easily, and she generously repeated herself, "I said yes, you're not drunk, and you didn't hear wrong."

But it still sounded like a hallucination.

After all, he had been asking for so many years, and he had prepared for a long march, so when it finally became reality, it naturally felt like an illusion.

And it was too sudden.

He had just made a drunken phone call, never expecting Ellen Young to agree to his request.

It was as absurd as if he had done it himself.