She blankly sat on the sofa in the private room, staring at the wine bottle on the table in a daze. She had always been a well-behaved girl. She had never drunk alcohol before and had only heard that drinking could help if she was unhappy.
At that time, she scoffed at this notion, as she never believed that anything could make her happier than seeing George Flack's smile.
But now she suddenly found that George Flack could not only make her happy but also make her feel heartbroken. She slowly trembled her hand to reach for the wine bottle, then closed her eyes and stuffed the bottle into her mouth as if to abandon herself.
The sour tears mixed with the irritating alcohol flowed into her throat and down her esophagus, all the way into her stomach. She hadn't eaten anything since this morning, and the alcohol she was drinking continued to irritate her stomach.
