The shadow lowered his gaze, the warmth of her palm still lingering at the corner of his eyes, a strange sensation as no one ever dared to touch him like this.
In the eyes of others, he was a death god, a demon of slaughter, invoking only fear and disgust.
No one had ever touched him so gently, only she, like a mother, would touch him and understand him.
This unfamiliar yet warm feeling made his heart tremble even more.
Opening his palm, there was a bit of wetness, the tear she shed when she turned away just now.
Wasn't she supposed to dislike him?
Then why did she get angry for him, feel heartache for him, and even shed tears for him!
A stranger, without any ties, on the enemy's side, she actually shed tears for him, a blood-stained demon.
He was unworthy of such tears.
Yet for the first time in his life, he felt happy, having a woman give him the only bit of concern in his life.
Even if it was just for this one tear.
He had to help her!
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