I was sitting on a bar, crying bitterly with a glass of wine in my arms.The people around me looked at me sideways and talked about me.The bartender also stood aside and looked at me nervously, worried that I would do something out of place.What's wrong with this person?Haven't had a few drinks yet.Why did you cry like this?The bartender and the waiter were chatting.Eighty times it was because of a broken heart, and there were people like this everywhere.Alas, don’t laugh at him, you will have to do this if you break up with your girlfriend one day.The waiter said in a humble manner.I...I'm not...No...I want wine.The two of them turned their heads in shock and realized that I looked at them with my eyes that were almost dry, with tears on the corners of my eyes.