She decided to have another drink to commemorate her fruitless Love that lasted for ten years.

Tyrone watched on with a long face.

Bettie suddenly felt a chill and commented, "Is the heating not working? I'm feeling a bit cold.”

Quickly regaining her focus, she continued, "How about we head to a club and find a man for tonight? Those guys are quite attractive. I'm sure you'll forget all about Tyrone."

At these words, Tyrone's countenance grew even darker.

Fortunately, he caught Sabrina's response, "Well, I'm not going."

She felt Like she hadn't fully let go, and the fear of getting sick added to her hesitation.

A hint of relief brushed across Tyrone's features.

Bettie didn't mention it anymore. The trio continued to drink and chat.

The topic of conversation now was the contents of Bettie's phone.

Sabrina's thoughts went blank, and she realized she shouldn't continue drinking. Otherwise, she'd become too intoxicated.

"It's best to have all your bearings in a foreign country," she advised Bettie and Aylin. The girls agreed and hailed a taxi back to their accommodations.

As they settled into the car's cozy interior, a wave of dizziness swept over Sabrina, gently nudging her towards the edges of sleep.

When the girls arrived, Sabrina couldn't wait to fall into bed. She collapsed on her bed, fully clothed, too drunk to change into pajamas.

The room descended into a tranquil silence, cloaked in darkness.

Suddenly, the door to Sabrina's room creaked open.

Tyrone approached Sabrina's bedside and lowered himself with care onto its edge.

His gaze lingered on her peaceful visage, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.

He could finally look at her without hiding.

The ache of missing her had never left him.