Let's just relax.
I pulled myself together, trying not to think about my horrifying actions. This was why they claimed drinking wasn't good. It makes you commit bad atrocities.
Shame and dread were the only passengers in my car. I was sure they were using this opportunity to mock me. I drove the rest of the way home silently, thinking of ways I could turn everything around.
Perhaps if I just prepare another good meal, he would go back to being sweet?
Apart from throwing up on him, what else happened that I don't remember? There has to be something I am really missing.
"haaa..." I released a frustrated sigh.
Or am I worrying a little bit too much?
Guilt gnawed at me, and for once, I didn't know how to face him. When I returned home, the house was silent. I found Yichen in our bedroom, standing by the window as if looking into the setting sun.
He was sipping wine from a crystal clear glass. He was wearing a black robe, his hair still dripping, which spelt 'I had just showered'.
