"Little bastard, I really miss you so much, think about you every day, cry every day, I'm so sad..."
The voice from the other end of the phone made my heart tremble nonstop.
She seemed drunk and was sobbing, which made me feel even more guilty and regretful. After I asked for her location, I immediately rushed over and found her in a pub, Peach Garden.
The always glamourous her didn't have a speck of makeup on, her hair was messy, her face haggard, and her eyes swollen red as if she had just cried, also carrying a hint of drunkenness.
"Little bastard? Why are you here? Am I drunk?"
She seemed to have completely forgotten that she just called me.
"You must be drunk! You scoundrel, tell me, why did you lead me on when you clearly don't like me, yet you treated me so well, spending so much money to please me!"
"I'm someone who's easily fooled, and you know it, you're despicable, I'll hit you! Hit you!"
