"What do you know? This is what love is!"
Noah looked at Terramus, who was swearing in front of him, his little mouth not very clean, and immediately rebuked him.
"This is love? It's just two fools!"
Terramus made no effort to hide his jealousy or his current agitation.
Because he didn't have it, and he realized he couldn't get it. Although he had five companions, none of them would pluck scales from their bodies for him.
Gemstone Dragon Clan's scales, whether in ornamental value, economic value, or as transcendent items, are above other Dragon Clans. Such precious things, how could those companions be willing to give them to him?
Although he wouldn't give his own scales to a companion, and certainly wouldn't forcibly pluck them from his own body—how painful would that be—he too wanted such a gift that carried love!
"Love in its infancy is indeed clumsy. If it doesn't have a hint of greenness and follows a well-trodden path, how could it be called love?"
