A dormant desire within Mark quietly awakened...

At this moment, Mark really wanted to hug Cecilia.

Thankfully, he was able to restrain himself.

"You won't forget about it," he whispered in her ear.

After all, this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would never forget it.

Cecilia put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something far away.

After a while, a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a forlorn sigh.

"What's the point of remembering any of it?" she muttered to herself.

She said it again, and this time, her voice almost cracked.

Mark couldn't help but feel saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn't completely inebriated yet and still had some energy to resist.

"No! I won't go!

I don't want to go in!"

A gust of chilly wind blew past them.

Mark leaned closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while looking like this?"

Then, with a strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards the elevator.

Cecilia had no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and clung to him like a koala.

While the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her eyes.

Mark's familiar and pleasant smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who snuck out and dated in secret every week.

As the memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia's eyes began to moisten.

There were times where she felt completely wasted, but there were also times she felt like she was sober.