Yue Ran said, her admission hanging in the air, heavy and suffocating, "I also thought about giving up… but I can't seem to do it…"
Each word was a dagger, piercing through the remnants of his heart as he grappled with the weight of her confession.
Andre could only listen to Yue Ran expressing her affection for Silas; a knot of anguish tightened in his chest. He felt an overwhelming urge to silence her, to put an end to the words spilling forth about her feelings for another man— feelings he couldn't bear to hear.
For the first time in his life, Andre felt a profound sense of desolation and despair wash over him from the bottom of his heart. The depth of his despair was far greater than anything he had felt before; not even losing his magic and being reduced to a pathetic state by Silas, the very man he despised the most, made him feel this way.
Leila… Leila likes… Silas?
Then what is he? Why did she treat him so well before?
Yue Ran: Because I am essentially a kind person.
