I Feel So Bad

She thought for a moment, and finally agreed.

Casiano led her to the terrace, where the waitstaff brought over two glasses of red wine for them.

Alla normally couldn't drink, but being alone with him was both awkward and suffocating.

She could only hold the wine glass, bow her head, and sip the red wine to get through this difficult short time.

Casiano saw her take several sips of wine and stretched out his slender finger to take the wine glass from her hand.

"You've had major surgery, drink less," he said.

He placed the wine glass on the nearby bar, turned his head, and looked at Alla.

The dim light shone on her palm-sized face, making her skin delicate and white. Her exquisite features were softened to perfection.

His gaze slowly moved down to her short, unruly hair that clung to her fair neck, and then to the bosom that had made him fall countless times.