Izabe asked Starry for wine not because she wanted it. She wanted Starry to drink with her.


    Izabe was not a good drinker, but for Starry, she would do whatever.


    And nothing bad would happen even if they were drunk in Starry’s vi.


    After dinner, Izabe tried to help Starry untie the knots in her heart. She poured two sses of wine and dragged Starry to the sofa, intending to say something unhappy about herself first to make Starry speak.


    Yet unexpectedly, she got sad and kept drinking.


    Izabe forgot her purpose. After two sses of red wine, she got a little drunk. She hugged Starry and began to cry. “Starry, it was the first time I liked someone. However, he went to an old woman for 100 thousand dors.”


    Starry took a tissue and gently wipe her tears. “It’s okay, you know what kind of person he was at least.”


    “But I really like him!”


    “You’ll meet someone you like better.”


    It had been a thorn in Izabe’s heart for a long time. Her father’spany had a project with her coge, so she stayed low-key.


    She looked like a student from an ordinary family in Araria City. No one realized that her father was the boss of Hallowme Entertainment.


    Izabe didn’t want to be treated specially because of her family, so even when Dillon was invited to visit their school, she pretended that she didn’t know him.


    100 thousand dors was not a veryrge amount of money.


    She didn’t expect that the boy she liked would actually apany an old woman in her sixties for 100 thousand dors. When she saw him take the card from the woman’s hand, she went numb.


    After so many years, Izabe still had nightmares of it asionally.


    But she didn’t talk about it with anyone. She didn’t want to beughed at. And she couldn’t ept that the boy she liked for the first time was such a terrible person.


    Today for Starry, she opened her heart.


    At first, she was just trying to get Starry to talk. However, she lost control of her emotions.


    Now the more she thought about it, the more ufortable she became. Starry’s sweetfort made her feel a little warm. She cried while recalling the matter.


    Starry listened patiently, asionally responding with a sentence or two.


    Izabe just talked for more than three hours and had three sses of red wine, which made her drunk. She murmured while holding Starry. “Starry, you’re so pretty.”


    Starry was amused. “Thank you, Izabe, you are beautiful too.”


    She managed to send Izabe to the guest room upstairs. As soon as Izabe touched the bed, she couldn’t get up. “It’s sofortable!”


    Starry helped her undress and put the nket on her. Then, she went out to clean up the mess.


    Izabe cried as she reminisced, tissues were everywhere on the coffee table and on the carpet.


    Starry smiled, packed up the tissues, and closed the window. Before going back to her room, she checked on Izabe again.


    Izabe had fallen asleep with her head under the nket, probably for the coldness.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    Starry closed the door gently and went back to her room.


    At three o’clock in the morning, Izabe woke up from thirst. She got up from bed in a daze and went downstairs to drink water.


    She was so thirsty that she drank a lot.


    After having two cups of water, Izabe felt less sleepy.


    Araria City was cold in April. Izabe ran downstairs in a hurry, without taking her coat. Now after standing there for a few minutes, she felt frozen.


    Izabe sniffled, turned, and ran upstairs.


    In the darkness, the lighting out of the room was very eye-catching.


    Izabe shuddered, realizing that it was Starry’s room, she pursed her lips and walked over carefully.


    The door was closed but unlocked. Izabe twisted the handle lightly, and the door opened.


    The light was on in the quiet room, but there was no one on the bed.


    Izabe frowned and subconsciously walked in.


    There was no one in the cloakroom, no one in the bathroom. The windows on the balcony seemed to be open. The curtains were blown up by the wind and rattled.


    Izabe walked over, just as a strong wind blew through and the curtains were blown in, through the gap she could clearly see Starry standing outside the balcony.


    There was no moon, the sky was dark and heavy, Starry was standing on the balcony, her hair messy in the wind, her coat making a sound.


    Izabe felt so bad seeing this.


    The wind was strong. Izabe felt cold.


    Her lips moved slightly. She wanted to call Starry, but she stopped in time.


    Starry probably didn’t want her to know.


    Izabe stood there for a moment. Starry was still standing on the balcony movement. Izabe covered her eyes a little and then left.


    After drinking, Izabe didn’t sleep very well.


    Before dawn, she got up.


    Hearing the movement downstairs, Izabe froze and walked down. Starry was cooking.


    Seeing her, Starry lifted her eyebrows. “You woke up early.”


    “Starry…”


    Izabe called out to her but then paused.


    Starry looked at her, “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”


    Izabe shook her head, not knowing where to start.


    Didn’t she sleepst night?


    Today was still the holiday. Izabe went home after having dinner with Starry.


    Starry wanted to drive Izabe back, but Izabe refused. She packed some cookies she had made in the afternoon for Izabe.


    In the evening, it suddenly began to rain and the temperature dropped a little.


    Starry stood in front of the vi with an umbre and watched Izabe get into the car until the car was far away.


    The wind carried the rain to the roses in the courtyard. In the dim light, the roses were shaking, as if they were about to fold, and as if they were not.


    It was cold on a rainy night. Starry walked toward the vi.


    Having stood outside for a while, her hands and feet were getting cold.


    Izabe went back. In the big vi, she was alone. It was so quiet, maybe too quiet.


    She only slept for about four hoursst night, so she had a bit of a headache all day today.


    Rainy days were best to sleep. Starry took a shower and went to bed.


    Turning off the lights, the whole room was pitch ck. The wind outside was a little loud. All she had in her mind was Jackie’s sentence “You are a murderer.”


    She couldn’t sleep. It was too noisy and too quiet.


    Starry got out of bed and looked at the darkness, feeling very cold.