However, after leaving the family home, Zahara's mood was still in turmoil.
She randomly entered a restaurant, ordered a few bottles of alcohol, and began downing the drinks, attempting to escape from everything.
But halfway through her drinking, a warm and strong hand firmly grasped her wrist. Zahara hazily raised her head, her gaze falling on the disheveled figure before her, and she blurted out in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
Xavier didn't answer but instead sat down beside her. His eyes coldly swept over her flushed face as he said sternly, "What are you trying to do by drinking so much?"
Ordinarily, Zahara might have brushed it off or even made up a suitable excuse.
But at this moment, alcohol had already blurred her reasoning.
Zahara abruptly shook off Xavier's hand,
