Shirley Miller was drunk.
She had been drinking for a while, and with troubles in her heart, the night breeze only made the alcohol hit her harder, and soon she couldn't hold on any longer.
Shirley Miller leaned into Carson Flores's arms, biting her lips, as tears silently streamed down.
These tears weren't shed just for Carson Flores, but also for her lost parents, for life's hardships, for the fickleness of fate.
Hot tears soaked through Carson Flores's T-shirt on his chest, making him feel the warmth of Shirley Miller's tears.
Carson Flores looked down with a compassionate gaze.
He had never seen his parents since he was young, Shirley Miller had lost her parents at an early age, and was targeted by her own family, subjected to various schemes – his own circumstances were not much better than hers.
Carson Flores understood her.
