Meanwhile, Leonel silently watched her as she walked away.

They had grown up together, so he knew her very well. He knew what she would be thinking right now. She was most likely thinking about how heartless he was... how everything they once shared meant nothing to him.

Even when she had left his sight, Leonel still stood there, staring.

Before he knew it, his hand had crushed the glass he was holding and the red liquid stained his hand.

He didn't know whether it was wine or blood on his hand.