Matthew Saxon was stunned, and lowered his head to look at her.
Her eyes were still tightly closed, but a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and her face seemed tense, her breath slightly rapid.
The hand clutching his shirt button was getting tighter; if she exerted a bit more force, she could tear the button off.
"Don't go, big brother, don't go..." Her fragmented sobbing slipped from her throat, like a mourning little beast, sobbing and crying, "Big brother, don't you want Little Tail anymore? Didn't you say... you would let me be your Little Tail for a lifetime?"
"Don't go... don't leave... I won't let you go..."
"Liar, big brother is a liar, big brother doesn't want Little Tail anymore..." More tears slipped from the corner of her eye.
She began with a whimper, choking, and as she cried, she began to sob, crying very sadly.
Bang—
The wine bottle placed by the table was knocked over, with a crack it hit the table, and half a bottle of wine spilled out.
