"Oh, Rafael's husband as well, he sounds like a particularly intelligent and kind person."
"Hahaha, that guy is not... he's a super bad guy, really bad, and also really good."
In truth, Rafael and Moli rarely talked about the person in their hearts. Firstly, they were separated from each other at that time, and even if they talked, it would only lead to sadness. They just knew they were both trying hard to change themselves.
In the blood-red setting sun ahead, the guillotine gleamed coldly as it swiftly descended, executing the condemned criminals. The demi-humans below erupted in a sky-piercing howl, but Rafael didn't even glance over there, just sighed before continuing to speak,
