Julion Johnsons suddenly shed all traces of his cold haughtiness, leaning on Isabella Lindsey's embrace without any guard, his captivating lips split open, tinged with blood, and for the first time in his life, he smiled with an innocence pure as water. Over his handsome brow and eyes, there was only tender softness, as if he were the most pristine and transparent perfect youth in the world...
And then, there emerged a trace of bitterness in that smile. "It's a pity... our time together was so brief... I never imagined it would end here..."
Having said that, all of a sudden.
Julion Johnsons's profoundly ink-like pupils began to dilate bit by bit...
And the strength in his supporting arm also gradually weakened...
From his cracked lips, a delicate voice fluttered, weakly carrying through, "How much... I wish you... were mine—"
He didn't finish speaking.
It stopped abruptly.
Following that, Julion Johnsons's body, gentle as jade, began to grow cold and rigid...
