Her facial features were sharp, as if nothing in the world could enter her eyes. Her expression was just like her tone when speaking, cold and calm. Calla once thought it was because of her cold nature, but then he realized that she was cold-hearted.
The inner lake that has been calm for the past year is like being thrown into a huge boulder, causing turbulent waves. She thought that she had long since become indifferent and that her life was nothing more than this. But when she saw this face, the past was like an airtight cloth, covering her face.
It brought suffocation, blindness, and restlessness in my heart.
Her gentle and emotionless face suddenly flashed with cruelty, her eyes turned red, and she no longer cared about the difference in realms, and mobilized all the devilish energy in her body to rush towards Brixton.
It’s nothing more than death, so what’s the fear of death?
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