The common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt right now.

Only when she had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her face in Mark's shoulder.

Tears began to roll down her eyes.

"Uncle Mark," she murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a lost child.

All this was more than enough to make Mark's heart crack.