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.

she couldn't drink anymore and wanted to vomit. With

wouldn't be having another for a very, very

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

Crying close-eyed.

much; it was the first time she ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing it in teen dramas. She couldn't understand what was there to be upset about

that she was experiencing it herself, she realized how

her head in her knees, so

and a series of steady footsteps proceeded, stopping in front

he looked at the girl in a fetal position. As he reached his hand out to her, he stopped mid-air and withdrew, worried that

until after a long time

let's go home." His tone, as light

was

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

her up, and with that, she fell into his embrace, eyes

Bruno realize she

wet tear stains on her

that she fell asleep leaning against the washroom wall. How horrible of

one to make others

stepped out. Seeing that, the waitress came up

softly, "I'm

to say more, but her

ice cream parlor, not a bar. All she had was milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure she's sober enough not to be taken away by strangers.

she gave way, and Bruno carried Mashauva out, placing her in the back seat

parlor couldn't help marveling

he's so gentle toward his sister. Oh, how I wish I could be his sister." "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 don't even have the chance to be his sister in this life,

only look at

At the Taylor villa.

on cloud nine that day as her daughter had happily gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding, and she naturally wouldn't say noif

she heard Mashauva

her surprise, Mashauva returned home in Bruno's arms sooner

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