"Alina, Alina? What's wrong with you?"
Roland frowned slightly, looking rather worried at the despondent, despairing Alina, and asked tentatively.
He didn't dare to grab Alina and shake her vigorously, for fear of collapsing her last psychological defense.
When a normal person says something obviously abnormal, her mental state must be in a terrible condition.
Perhaps it's because he, the person involved, was also present, the backlash of peeking at fate was not strong, easily defended against, and didn't even need to activate the just-cooled Divine Protection skill.
By all accounts, the divination's result was good, but Alina seemed to have seen a ghost.
What exactly did she see?
Alina stared blankly at Roland, countless past memories converging before her eyes.
Just as Roland was pondering how to soothe her agitation, she suddenly stretched out her hands and grabbed Roland's arms fiercely, her eyes more hollow, whispering almost deliriously:
