"Davion, you're such a beast! Without the Ghost Martial Tribe, where would you be today?" Lillian Tompson sharply turned her head, her eyes full of disappointment.
She never thought that the venerable High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe would utter words like a desperate stray dog.
"Lillian, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself! If you had treated me a bit better, how would I have become like this? Since I can't have your heart, I'll take your body!" Davion lowered his head, avoiding Lillian Tompson's gaze.
Those deep in love are the most reckless.
That stubbornness, that attentiveness, and the despair after being rejected, the fantasies, self-consolation, and despair again.
It's enough to break a person!
Davion has already been broken.
He's gone mad.
"You're a real madman! Davion, you've become someone I don't recognize, someone repulsive! You've completely lost it!" Lillian Tompson shook her head, utterly disappointed.
