So spicy!
The captain downed a full glass of alcohol.
He almost coughed it out, but his strong willpower made him swallow it.
It had been a long time since he drank so vigorously.
When was the last time he drank like this?
Was it the moment he stood for a long time before his wife's grave?
No, he hadn't touched a drop on that day, so clear-headed.
The painful memories were chiselled clearly, vividly.
Why did she commit suicide?
She clearly didn't love him anymore, but why did she tightly grip their wedding photo before she died?
Was it on the day he found his wife lying in another man's bed?
No, that day he was furious, hurt, and at a loss, he investigated the man all night, later discovering...
More people.
Was it the night he walked hand in hand with his wife into the hall of marriage?
Yes, it was then, then, one glass after another.
There were laughs, blessings, alcohol mixed with happiness.
