Matthew POV:

The cold breeze cleared me up quite a bit.

There were shards of broken glass on the floor, and from outside looking upstairs, you could clearly see the holes in the glass.

At this moment, I suddenly blamed myself; it was actually my responsibility that Rebecca had become like this.

I also thought back carefully on her words, remembering what tonight and that night five years ago had in common.

Suddenly, my mind catches on to something unconsciously noticeable... wine?

Brandy?

Both times I had lost control, it seemed to be because of the brandy I had drunk.

Was it the brandy?

I quickly denied it again. I...