In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 619, a special dish titled "Longing".

When Mo Chen opened his eyes again, he found himself in a small bar.

With his consciousness still on the verge of chaos and his body still feeling a floating, illusory sensation, Mo Chen shook his head vigorously. As he regained consciousness, he couldn't help but look around at his surroundings.

The bar is not very big, with only five or six small wooden tables and a row of slightly worn-out high bar counters.

On the wine rack, various wines were neatly arranged, a dazzling array that was quite pleasing to the eye.

The air is filled with a faint, pleasant aroma, a blend of cedar and aged wood.

The decor appears casual, yet it exudes a tranquil seclusion—like a forgotten corner of a city, quietly hidden away by time.

Mo Chen subconsciously looked out the window. Fine water droplets condensed on the glass, blurring the outline of the world outside.

The heavy silk curtains blocked out the torrential rain outside, leaving only a few light patters, like deliberately filtered white noise, which made the room even more tranquil.

Is this... a dream?

Mo Chen looked around; the bar was now completely empty.

Only the bottles behind the bar, illuminated by the dim yellow light, reflected amber-colored halos.

Is this Adele's dream? Then...where is she?

Mo Chen's gaze swept across the empty bar, finally settling on the row of somewhat lonely bar counters.

He thought for a moment, then started walking towards the bar not far away.

The shoes creaked softly on the bar's wooden floor, the sound particularly clear in the excessively quiet space.

Upon reaching the bar, Mo Chen pulled out a high stool and sat down.

The chair back was a little cold, and he subconsciously rested his elbows on the bar, his fingertips lightly tapping the smooth surface.

Just as Mo Chen sat down, ripples spread out like water in the small space behind the bar.

That familiar, beautiful figure slowly emerged, as if she had always been there.

Mo Chen's tapping stopped abruptly, and his pupils contracted slightly.

But he neither exclaimed in surprise nor showed much astonishment, as if everything was within his expectations.

Or perhaps, Mo Chen had been subconsciously longing for this moment to arrive.

Adele's figure gradually solidified behind the bar, still wearing that traditional and conservative nun's gown.

Beneath the pure white veil, long pink hair fell smoothly down.

This time, however, Adele did not deliberately hide her delicate ram's horns, which added a unique allure to her saintly appearance.

At this moment, Adele was bowing her head, preparing for mixing drinks, her expression focused and gentle.

The glass in her hand, wiped with a clean white cotton cloth, reflected a crystal-clear light.

"Lord Mo Chen, you've arrived?"

Adele's voice remained soft, yet carried a subtle hint of joy.

Mo Chen's heart involuntarily quickened, and his throat tightened slightly.

Looking at the charming and beautiful girl in front of him, he felt a complex and indescribable emotion welling up inside him.

It was joy, it was doubt, and it was even a slight flutter of excitement that he himself had not noticed.

"Adele..."

Mo Chen softly called her name. Upon hearing this, Adele paused slightly in her movements, then slowly raised her head.

Those captivating, colorful eyes still shone brightly, as if they held all the colors and tenderness in the world.

Her gaze passed over the bar and landed steadily on Mo Chen, as if she wanted to see through him completely, and as if she wanted to engrave his image deep in her heart once again.

"I am here, Lord Mo Chen."

Adele gently placed the wiped glass on the bar, making a crisp, soft sound.

She reached out and slowly pushed the glass towards Mo Chen.

What would you like to drink?

Mo Chen did not give an answer immediately, but instead quietly studied Adele.

After a long silence, he asked softly, "This is still your dream, isn't it?"

"Ah."

Adele nodded slightly, confirming Mo Chen's guess.

"But that's not important, Lord Mo Chen. What's important is..."

She tilted her head, her pink hair swaying, and revealed a sweet smile: "At this moment, we meet again."

Mo Chen's doubts about reality and dreams seemed to become unimportant at this moment.

He picked up the glass, feeling its cool touch on his fingertips. Perhaps, having a glass in his dreams wouldn't be so bad?

"Can I have a drink? Anything is fine."

Mo Chen gently pushed the glass back to the edge of the bar, the side closest to Adele.

As his fingertips loosened their grip on the cup, he seemed to linger on the realism that shouldn't belong to a dream.

A hint of surprise flashed in Adele's colorful eyes, which then transformed into a deep tenderness and joy.

"it is good."

She didn't say much, just lowered her head, her long, curled eyelashes obscuring the emotions in her eyes, making them difficult to discern.

With practiced ease, Adele turned around and retrieved the ingredients she needed from the wine rack. Her movements were fluid and graceful, carrying an almost sacred sense of ritual.

"However... Lord Mo Chen."

Suddenly remembering something, Adele's voice became somewhat ethereal, as if it came from a very distant place: "The drinks I mix might make you completely intoxicated, so that you can no longer distinguish between dreams and reality, and even... never wake up again."

"If waking up means leaving you, then I'd rather not wake up."

Mo Chen answered without hesitation. He shrugged and said, word by word, "But I believe you, Adele. I believe you won't hurt me, and I believe you won't let me get lost in the wrong place, right?"

Adele froze, her hands trembling as she poured the wine. A drop of pale pink liquid spilled from the glass and landed on the bar, instantly spreading into a dark stain, like a frozen tear.

"Lord Mo Chen..."

She murmured softly, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible sob.

"You always do this, so easily breaking down all of Adele's defenses."

Gently setting down the cocktail shaker and placing her hands clasped in front of her, Adele took a deep breath, as if calming the turmoil within her.

"This is my dream world, Lord Mo Chen."

She whispered, her tone filled with unprecedented seriousness: "But this is not just a dream, but a world I built for you and myself using my innate abilities, a world where I can temporarily escape reality and live peacefully with you."

Mo Chen's heart clenched. Looking at Adele's pitiful and touching appearance, he felt a strong sense of pity and protectiveness.

"Adele, you..."

"Shh..."

Adele extended a finger and gently pressed it against Mo Chen's lips, stopping him from saying what he was about to say.

"Please do not ask, Lord Mo Chen."

She said softly, "At least not now. You just need to know that I'm glad you came here, came into my world."

Adele picked up the cocktail shaker again, shook it gently a few times, and watched the liquid swirl in the shaker, forming a beautiful vortex.

"This special drink is called 'Nostalgia,' and it carries my longing for you, my gratitude to you, and... my love for you."

After speaking, she poured the pale pink wine into a glass and pushed the special cocktail in front of Mo Chen.

Mo Chen could feel the sincerity and deep affection in Adele's words.

He could also sense the helplessness and sadness hidden behind her smile.

The familiar cool touch returned, but this temperature was far less than that of Adele's lonely heart.

"Adele."

Mo Chen said softly, "No matter what's in your world, no matter what you're facing, I will find you and take you away."

He tilted his head back and drank the cup of lingering affection in one gulp.

As the liquor entered my throat, a strange sensation immediately spread throughout my body; it wasn't the spiciness of the alcohol, but a feeling of warmth.

Like a wanderer returning home, like lovers embracing.

My consciousness became somewhat blurred, and Adele in front of me also became somewhat unreal.

But Mo Chen could clearly see that Adele was smiling at him, a smile so gentle and so reassuring.

"Lord Mo Chen."

Adele's voice rang in Mo Chen's ears, growing softer and softer, and farther and farther away: "Adele... is waiting for you."