"I was already the underdog in terms of strength and performance! It's not like I've had a heartbreak!!!"
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Southeast of the Aoja Kingdom, in a small forest demon division.
"Lord Shami, you've been in this position for quite some time. Is something wrong?"
The Pink Minotaur looked at Shami, who was sitting under a tree, staring at his hands worriedly.
Since coming back the night before last, Shami had been silent like this.
Except for work and eating, drinking, and sleeping, the rest of the time Shami would sit under the tree, staring blankly at his open-handed palm.
Did he suffer some great mental shock?
He looks like he's fallen into the abyss of life!
The Pink Minotaur was puzzled, a sad expression on his face.
"Lord Shami, why not just talk about it? Even though I'm just a Minotaur, I can still help share some of Lord Shami's pain!"
Under the tree, Shami stared blankly at his hands.
So big.
So soft.
The same parts can have worlds apart sensations.
