"Throw it away, right?" Lilac Serval suddenly flung her hand and tossed the box out.
In an instant, Charles Mcintosh's heart skipped a beat.
The box made a "thud" as it hit the ground, rolled a couple of times, and lay desolately on the ground.
Lilac Serval's expression did not change, her crimson face was devoid of any emotion, it even held a hateful disdain.
Charles Mcintosh's fists were clenched at his sides, a feeling indescribable began spreading from his chest, bit by bit, filling his entire body.
His body gradually grew colder.
It was as if all his blood had been drained, without any warmth.
He had anticipated her rejection, but he had not expected her to throw it away in front of him.
Charles Mcintosh tiredly closed his eyes, his eyelids bore the traces of weariness.
Forget it.
If she doesn't want it, then so be it.
His gift, and him, she probably wouldn't want either.
"Can I leave now?" Lilac Serval coldly looked at him, her eyes filled with blood vessels.
