Chapter 16

-Marcov-

Our single bottle of lady's drink became four until we drank six bottles each. I'm not used to drinking it because my head hurts more when I only drink light, but I think about Veronne, maybe she won't be able to tolerate the alcohol content of a hard drink.

Based on what I see of her, her world is literally spinning. She didn't know what to do but to cry. They say it right, alcohol is what brings out a person's true feelings.

This woman is vulnerable. The heart she has is fragile and she hardly has time to calm it down. Yes, she says that she can face everything, and that she will be brave when tomorrow comes, but I see something different from what she says. She needs rescue from others, and I won't begrudge her that. I am ready to be her support, an arm to lean on.

"I did everything for them. I served them! I gave them the love they cannot return to me! Even though they didn't think of me as their blood, I always loved them. It's boring to love people they don't like to