The engagement ring he specially ordered was locked away in the safe at the bar's office.
He came by now to retrieve it for tomorrow.
But on his way to the bar's office, a casual glance caught him by surprise as he saw Grace Quarters, sitting alone in the bar booth, drinking in melancholy...
The door to Grace Quarters' booth was open.
She wore a white gauze dress and quietly sat on the sofa inside the booth, silently shedding tears as she drank her glass of liquor.
The dress was spacious, making her already slender figure appear even more delicate and fragile.
Her complexion was as pale as always, an unhealthy, sickly kind of white.
Just like Lin Daiyu from "Dream of the Red Chamber": two eyebrows that seem to knit with worry, eyes half-open and misty. Her cheeks are stained with sadness, and her young body is frail. Tears like rain, and a soft sigh. Tranquil like a delicate flower reflecting in water when still, swaying like a weak willow caressed by the wind in motion...
