He looked at her as if she were trash on the side of the road.
No, even worse than trash.
For a moment, Vivian felt his intense murderous intent.
But why?
Shouldn't he be grateful to her, feel a fondness for her?
Vivian didn't understand.
Her hands and feet were cold, and she couldn't make a sound. Elrian walked past her, stepping on the floor, searched the wardrobe for a worn-out thin shirt, put it on reluctantly, and then prepared to leave.
Vivian gritted her teeth and chased after him, grabbing the hem of Elrian's clothes. At the same time, he seized her throat, lifting her entirely off the ground.
"Don't provoke me, Miss."
Elrian spoke with curved red lips, his eyes filled with disgust, "Killing brings trouble, can you stop bothering me? By the way, a reminder, forget my previous appearance forever, never remember it."
He let go, left without a trace of reluctance, and pushed the door open.
Only a shivering Vivian remained, curled up behind the door crying.
