Growing up is a long process, including innocent childhood, wanton youth, bitter youth, and a confused future. It seems that Lydia spent all her luck in her life before she was seventeen years old. What follows is only drunken self-deception and a miserable life. Pretending to be unaware of her brother-in-law's dark complexion, Lydia, who was content at her sister's house, leisurely looked at the viscous red liquid in the cup. She was really enjoying herself as extravagantly as a vampire.