She hadn't had a milkshake for a very long time?

How long was it? But even so, she didn't have to cry about it, right?

However, seeing that Mashauva's tears wouldn't stop, the waitress didn't have the heart to ask more but went to get her some napkins.

"Here, wipe your tears with it."

Mashauva's gaze was all gratitude when she saw the napkins.

"Thank you."

However, wiping it only made it worse as her tears wouldn't stop, crying as she drank.

Noticing the oddity, the other customers directed their attention to Mashauva one after another. She would've felt self-conscious if it was any other day, but she was suffering from heartbreak that day, so she didn't care what others thought.

After downing several cups of milkshake, she was filled to the brim and sickening even more so.

She looked up and asked with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, do you mind showing me to the washroom?"

Washroom?

Someone grabbed Mashauva's arm, pulling her up as a deep voice rang.

"I'll take you there."

Disoriented, Mashauva followed the man. It took her quite a while to figure out something was amiss.

Why did the voice sound so familiar? Could it be?

However, her stomach was churning, and the washroom was right ahead. With a bigger problem in her hands, she ran to the washroom before she could verify her suspicion. Thud!

Mashauva vomited into the sink as soon as the washroom door closed.

know how many cups of milkshake she had but that she couldn't drink anymore

be having another

that day and was even worn out toward the end. As she was feeling miserable, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open

Crying close-eyed.

the first time she ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing

now that she was experiencing it

head in her knees, so worn out that she felt

washroom door opened, and a series of

a fetal position. As he reached his hand out to her, he stopped mid-air and withdrew, worried that he might

after a long time

tone, as light as a

was

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

and with that,

realize she was

and there were wet tear stains on her face; his heart wrenched at

asleep leaning against the washroom wall. How

sure was one

Mashauva up into his arms with care and stepped out. Seeing that, the waitress came up to him and asked, "I'm

softly, "I'm her

more, but her colleague held

ice cream parlor, not a bar. All she had was milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure

way, and Bruno carried Mashauva out,

in the parlor couldn't help marveling at

"You have got to be joking. Sister? Wouldn't you want to be his wife instead?" "C'mon, it's already a dream to be his sister. I

We can only look at them with

At the Taylor villa.

gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding,

she heard Mashauva had

returned home in Bruno's arms sooner than she

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