Evander shook his head, his pink orbs were focused on Zane as if he was checking out a rare gem.
"I have never seen someone who likes to lie so much!"
Zane stopped walking, and turned around to face Evander, the colour of his eyes was even more pale, as if it were a flowing fog, "Evander, you must not have met many people. Am I right?" His voice was low and calm, it reverberated in Evander with a kind of chill that seemed to squeeze his heart instantly.
Evander nodded and then shook his head, asking quietly, "What constitutes as many?"
The feeling that had suddenly burst forth like magma pressed deep onto the earth, suddenly cooled quickly and converged perfectly into a solid silent basalt. Zane rubbed his brow and suddenly felt tired. Forget, he can think of it as if he was being followed by a petty dog or cat; which of the two animals that was petty and loved to hold a grudge.
