He spoke with such self-righteousness.
As if everything he did was out of helplessness.
Yet he never gave her, not even once, a choice.
The moonlight reflected on the lake, surrounded by a cold and delicate glow. Daisy Ginger felt cold, yet more overwhelming was a sense of being trapped with no way out.
He didn't know what more he could do—there was always a feeling that he would do anything to achieve his goals.
Can a person be so divided?
Could he sit quietly at home reading a book, yet with a wave of his hand, summon clouds or command rains?
Daisy decided to squat on the ground, burying her face in her knees, speaking with a somewhat broken tone: "Let's just say I was wrong, can you spare me? I don't want to play with you anymore, I admit defeat, I can't outplay your family..."
Edward Stephens interrupted her lightly.
"No."
"..."
Edward extended his hand and lifted her horizontally from the ground.
