In the noisy metropolis, the slow rock bar is not very crowded, Felix Shaw leans in the booth, incessantly downing beer.
On the stage, the Singer is performing a sad melody, the voice so mournful, just like Felix's mood at the moment.
Seeing Felix continuing to guzzle his drink, the egg-yolk-colored liquid dribbling down the corner of his mouth, Mia Foster raised her hand to avoid his beer bottle, "Felix, stop drinking. Everyone has their own choices. Although you're Aunt's son, there are some decisions you have no right to interfere with."
"Heh," Felix laughed, coming to the bar to drown his sorrows, wanting to drink himself to death and be rid of the pain. But the more beer he drank, the clearer his head became, "Mia, tell me... am I the most pitiful person in the world?"
For some reason, when his heart felt burdened, he was actually willing to open up to her.
