"After the boy was dismissed, he returned to his hometown and lived a life of mutual dependence with his mother... This kind of life made him once want to give up hatred and rampant bloodlust because he had someone he wanted to protect and love..."
"Your story is quite good, but not entirely true." Wilmer interrupted Mark, his dark eyes fixed on Mark, then continued, "Let me tell you the rest of the story."
After speaking, Wilmer followed Mark's words and slowly began to narrate, "The boy, no, by then he was already a young man."
"He knew about his hatred but carefully hid it because it was too shocking. He wasn't afraid of the public's gaze and ridicule, but he feared that the one he loved would not be able to accept it..."
"He finally had an angelic girl to cleanse his soul, but..."
Wilmer's dark eyes suddenly softened with warmth, and even his tone became gentle as he recalled something.
"The angel was completely destroyed by despicable people!"
