Just look at that hair that was seemingly drained of its shine, those drooping ears, and a head hung so low it might as well be buried underground... If they were having this conversation in the rain, it really would look like a heartless scumbag had just broken the heart of some pitiful soul.
The scumbag was him. The pitiful soul was Drow.
Tsk, the déjà vu was overwhelming.
The light elf quietly reached for the cup on the table and took a tactical sip of water, trying to ease his own guilty conscience, though he didn't even know why he felt guilty in the first place.
He absolutely couldn't look at the dark elf anymore. Not even another glance!
If he looked again, he was a dog!
Illiya lowered his gaze, staring only at the cup in his hand.
Ah, this pattern… kind of resembled the one on Drow's clothing… Pah! Illiya realized what he was thinking and instantly felt like a mess.
