After coming out of the villa, Eliza took a taxi and returned to the hotel where she had left Beau behind.
In the back seat of the taxi, the night wind blew her long hair, which made her awake.
She did not feel impulsive, instead, she felt that she had never been so sober before.
She was sure that she still liked Beau.
Since she still liked him, the best time to sleep with him was when he was unconscious.
She was not impulsive. She just wanted to leave the final mark on this relationship.
Or, indulge herself for one last time.
Thinking of this, she closed her eyes, and all the scenes of her acquaintance with Beau appeared before her eyes.
Yes.
She remembered everything.
But what was the use of remembering it?
When he was by her side, she did not remember him.
When she remembered everything about him, he would soon become someone else's groom.
This was the saddest thing in the world.
