"So you're saying that Myria and I confessed to each other a few times, were inches away from kissing, only for me to be a stupid prick that pushed her away because she wanted to run away with my family and me to a safe place after abandoning you…?"
"Indeed~"
Fallen Heaven's voice crispy echoed in him.
But on the other hand, Davis was still on the mountain peak, staring into the distance. He was trying to imagine this scene Fallen Heaven described in his head but tried as he may, he was unable to imagine even with his creativity.
No matter how he imagined Myria to be by his side, he just couldn't imagine her becoming teary-eyed, all feminine with a cute, imploring voice, and stupid enough to suggest such a thing that they should run away, which she herself should know would lead to their quick deaths.
If it weren't for that, would there be any meaning in them cultivating so hard without stopping to enjoy the little bit of adventure they experience?
