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.

but that she couldn't drink anymore and wanted to vomit.

another for a very, very

that day and was even worn out toward the end. As she was feeling miserable, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open as she sat leaning against the wall, not wanting to leave the

Crying close-eyed.

first time she ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing it in teen

that she was experiencing it herself, she realized how painful

knees, so worn out

silence, the washroom door opened, and a series of steady footsteps proceeded, stopping in

wrenched as he looked at the girl in a fetal position. As he reached his hand out

until after a long time that Bruno

let's go home." His tone, as

there was no

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

he carried her up, and with that, she

did Bruno realize she was fast

tear stains on

the washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had she

sure was one

with care and stepped out. Seeing that,

softly, "I'm her

say more, but

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

her colleague said made sense, so she gave way, and Bruno carried Mashauva out, placing

couldn't help marveling at

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

look at them with envy from

At the Taylor villa.

on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding, and she naturally wouldn't say noif he

pleased when she heard

Mashauva returned home in Bruno's arms sooner

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