Chapter 163 Have you ever felt regret?

Outskirts. Milo, reeking of alcohol, grimaced and uttered a muffled groan as he smashed the empty bottle in his hand to the ground. The bottle rolled on the ground, shattering into pieces. Milo's eyes were bloodshot, his emotions gradually becoming frenzied. Sabrina stood in the shadows, coldly observing the scene. She donned her hat, veiled her face, and emerged from the corner. Milo forcefully pushed the man beside him, shouting, "Keep drinking, bro!" The people around him slipped away. Milo looked down, his gaze only meeting a pair of black leather shoes. Following those shoes upward, he raised his head to see a slender woman with her face veiled. In his drunken haze, Milo asked, "Who are you?" "Are you here to laugh at me too?" Milo's demeanor turned wild as he glared at Sabrina, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment. "Women are hypocritical." "Not one of you is decent!" Sabrina felt a sense of bewilderment. Was this the same person she once loved for years ago