Yang Zi clutched an expensive bottle of red wine, drinking fiercely.
These days, she felt as if her spirit had suffered a heavy blow. During the few days of the New Year, Yang Zi hardly went out, using alcohol daily to numb herself. She tried hard to forget her own existence, her own consciousness. Yet, the more she did, the more painful it became.
Before the New Year, Yang Zi always used her busy work to numb herself. However, once on holiday, her inner loneliness instantly surfaced. She couldn't maintain her composure anymore.
"Lin Chuan, you ungrateful man." Yang Zi roared hysterically, "It's been days since the New Year, and you not only haven't come to see me, but you haven't even called me. You slept with me a few times, was it for nothing?"
"Lin Chuan, I'll make you regret and suffer." Yang Zi screamed angrily.
Screaming while drinking.
Not long after, the woman was dead drunk on the carpet in the living room.
