Tears to Healing
Chapter 62 Bottom-up, I drank the glass of whiskey. The cheers of the couples Tania met had not taken off the contorted face and the rough coughing on the burns of the liquor slid down my throat. The incessant chatter of the two ladies sauntered off the spot, I snatched the glass of juice on the table and washed off the bitter flames. Diether, so long as the memory is still clear, was a third-year college student at the next university that Tania was attending. He snickered as he watched me making a bitter face. “How’s your rich life run you this whole time? Are you the obedient daughter of a wealthy man?” He entailed, sipping on his hardcore drink as if it was water. “Ain’t obedient, not a rebel too, since I could continue producing clothes in my own way.” Stared at the round ice glint
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