Chapter 228 Being Drunk

• Like a fool, I cry for hours where the dress is ruined by tears filled with makeup. The atmosphere of the house feels depressing from all the crying, and if I think about everything I have done so far, there is no other feeling than disappointment.
• "Why am I crying? This is what I wanted," I tell myself mentally, knowing that getting married and divorced at eighteen is not pleasant.
• Feeling like a fool who doesn't know what to do or feel, I cry until I can't anymore. But, I remember that I can't stay on the cold floor looking pitiful when my babies need me, so I get up with shaky legs and walk to my room, where loneliness embraces me to keep crying.