"Ha, I'm lying. When he asked us to get out, he was much handsomer than me..."

My tears fell uncontrollably.

"Chew!"

The fresh wound was filled with blood, and the snowflakes mixed with tears fell on Yashen's wound. Yashen's eyes were also closed quietly.

I hold a dagger in my hand.

That was what I pricked.

Understanding their last lives is another job I have after washing the dishes.

All are cleaned up...

"You've decided?" Mo asked, wiping the tears on his face.

"Um."

"I want to practice."
Chapter completed!