Standing at the door for an unknown amount of time, until a resident passed by and frequently looked back, Yu Yan finally realized and hurriedly locked the door before turning and entering the house.
Looking at the red wine set on the table, Yu Yan felt as if her mood was like the dark black wine, gloomy and devoid of any light.
With a pop, she opened the cork and began drinking alone.
She recalled the beautiful days of her girlhood, her bittersweet, lemon-like crush on Han Yifan, and the sweet happiness she experienced after being with him. Yu Yan wondered how they ended up in such a situation today.
She thought they would be happy for a lifetime, but is a lifetime really so short?
So short that everything ends before it even begins?
Tears slid down her cheeks with a slightly bitter taste, and she muttered to herself, "Why is this wine so bitter?" Then Yu Yan tilted her head back, finishing the wine in her glass.
