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

definitely wouldn't be having another

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

Crying close-eyed.

ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing

now that she was experiencing it herself, she realized

knees, so worn out

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

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

until after a long time that Bruno

go home." His tone, as light as

there was no

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

her up, and with that, she fell

Bruno realize she was fast

and nose were red, and there were wet tear stains on her face;

wall. How horrible of vomit had she experienced for this to happen? Looking

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

said softly, "I'm

waitress wanted to say more,

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

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

in the parlor couldn't help marveling at

Oh, how I wish I could be his sister." "You have got to be joking. Sister? Wouldn't you want to be his

look at them with envy

At the Taylor villa.

on a date with

was pleased when she heard

home in Bruno's arms sooner

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