Levi suddenly lifted his face to look at Emma again with a straight face. Then he let go of her hand, "Ah.. It's you," He said like a mumble and leaned his back against the wooden wall.
Emma smiled in relief, "Finally.. Are you sober now?"
"Stop asking me silly things, Emma. Why do you keep bothering me?" Levi asked.
"What? What do you mean?" Emma looked confused and offended.
Then Levi laughed sarcastically, "Don't ask again. Why did you make me like this? Why are you playing with my mind? Why Emma? Why did I have to meet you?"
"Levi, you have a high fever. You're not thinking straight now. Stop talking. You need to rest." Emma said. She didn't understand what the madman was talking about. It was as if Emma had wronged him.
"You shouldn't care about me. You shouldn't keep paying attention to me. Everything about you, everything you do just makes me lose myself. I want you out of my life. But.. you keep me looking for you," He muttered.
