Even though they had only spent a short time together, he would occasionally get a strange feeling—as if the two of them were always meant to be like this.
He couldn't bring himself to treat this elf indifferently.
If he didn't clearly remember that he'd only known the elf for about a month, he would have thought they'd been acquainted for years—or even centuries.
How strange.
Compelled by something inexplicable, Illiya, under the sway of that emotion, lowered his voice even more. "Drow, if there's something you want to say, then tell me. Don't keep everything buried inside. Isn't that why I'm here?"
Even Illiya himself was stunned after he said it. Was he really the type to say something like that?
Strange.
Upon hearing those words, Drow nearly burst into tears.
A faint red tinge even rose at the corners of his eyes.
He didn't dare look up, afraid that he would start crying on the spot.
