She thought, she was originally a woman who would never owe anyone a favor. Even if someone wronged her, as long as they did something good, she would feel that they were not entirely without merit.
"It turns out that we both are pitiful people—" Robert Thomson raised his wine glass, the ripples reflecting in the glass. The liquid inside, like blood, carried the excitement of bloodlust and agitation, as if igniting his emotions.
She felt the same way.
Although she knew the story of Robert Thomson and Charlotte Rodriguez, hearing it from others was not as direct and shocking as hearing it from a person directly. She also raised her glass of "Angel's Kiss" and clinked glasses with him.
She thought, she must have had too much to drink, or perhaps, her pent-up feelings from the past five years were brought to the surface at this moment, along with his suppressed emotions from the past five years as well.
For a moment, the two of them both felt a sense of "shared misery."
