On one particularly cold night, she was sitting on her sofa when she suddenly felt the urge to drink.

The nanny had gotten off work and Edwin had already fallen asleep.

Left to her own devices, Cecilia brought out a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass. Then she stood by the window and drank it silently.

She was born into a rich family, so she never really developed any bad habits or addictions.

The most rebellious thing she ever did in her life was to fall in love with Mark.

As she thought of Mark, the mellow red wine suddenly tasted bitter on her tongue. She felt heartbroken.

Before long, Cecilia had lost count of how much she had drunk. She just felt a little tipsy, and strangely enough, it made her feel good.

After a while, her phone started ringing continuously.

It was Mark calling.

He always sought for an opportunity to talk to Cecilia, but tonight, Cecilia did not want to talk to him at all. He kept calling nonstop for several minutes, until she could not bear it anymore.

Perhaps it was because she was drunk and it was late at night.

Nevertheless, her voice sounded more gentle than usual as she answered the phone and said, “Mark, must you call me every day?

Can't you leave me alone for a day?"

"You're drinking," Mark said matter-of-factly.

"Yes, I am. So what? Can't I drink? Mark, do you still think I'm that poor little Cecilia who used to look up to you and was so desperate to be with you? No, I'm no longer who I used to be. I'm a different woman now."

Mark stayed silent as she said all these.

When she was done speaking, he simply said, "Since you are drunk, I'll come over to take care of Edwin."

“He's asleep," Cecilia told him.

But he didn't listen to her. He just hung up.

Cecilia threw away her phone and leaned back on the sofa, lost in thought.