Chapter 9: It hurts to the point of crying

"Hey waiter, give me another bottle of whiskey." Olwen grinned innocently as she ordered more wine.

The later it got late, the fewer visitors there were, and soon there was no one left. That's why the bartender can pay more attention to Olwen. Olwen was the only customer still in the tavern. It was past 11 o'clock at night. The shop's closing time. But according to the restaurant's regulations, if customers need to be served outside of working hours, the shop will meet the needs of customers but will charge an additional service price. When she heard Olwen order more wine, who was busy cleaning and cleaning the bar stopped what she was doing and walked over to her.

"I see you're drunk. Better stop, and don't drink more. Why don't you go home and get a good night's sleep? Maybe all the bad things will disappear." The guy has honest advice. He spoke in a voice that cared about Olwen.

In a state of stupor, half awake and half asleep, Olwen stared blankly at the person in front of her, ow