---- to remember while grasping the glass tightly in his palms.

Lucas.

Ah yes, Lucas.

You like Lucas, right? Of course, you won't mind a smoke with him.

But a glass with a man like me...

a man you hate? It offends you- What is he talking about? He is drunk.

He doesn't know what he is saying.

I thought he would be angry and he would punish me for that day but it seems he is in some own world of his.

And what is the logic behind comparing himself with Lucas? T don't hate you, Sir.

He stills.

That smirk on his face drops, to be replaced with a serious look.

Then drink with me, Robin.

Give a heartbroken man company.

Accompany me in drowning my sorrows in this amber brown water.

---- He lifts his glass, and I lift my own begrudgingly.

Our glasses clink together and just like that, I gulp the burning liquid down my throat.

Tam going to regret this.

I know.

But sometimes in life? It's a good thing to let go.

---- Chapter 335 Have you ever fallen in love, Robin.

No one has asked me that before but I was glad he did.

We were opening up and the man sitting in front of me was no way like the man I had known all these months He was fun.noveldrama

He was so easy to talk to.

And I was enjoying it.

Love? I puff.

Hanging my legs on one handset of the chair and leaning back on the other.

Haven't we all? The word has been spoiled rotten by the people, I swear! Love is not just something between a man and a woman, them marrying, having kids and a happily ever after.

---- eee = Ttisn't? He asks, with furrowed brows and I nod.

No, it goes far beyond that.

Love is what I feel when I wake up every morning and look at myself in the mirror.

Love is when I step outside and the sun rays fall on my face, wishing me a good morning.

Love is when I kneel down, open my palms and all birds, squirrels and animals come together to eat food from my hands.

Love is what a father sacrifices for his daughter, a brother has for his sister, a friend has for another.

Love is how a mother brushes aside hair from her chikds hair, staying up the entire night to feed her child.

Love is what I feel when I wrap a shaw] around a shivering kid on the street and he smiles back at me.

Love is when those kids at the orphanage wait for me to come to them, and tell them a story of my adventure.

Love is when someone has given up hope but then I come and give it back into their hands.