Dylan blinked several times, wondering if he heard it right. 'She doesn't hate me… does she?'
Dylan finally understood Marceline's words when he saw the faint curve of her lips. She was smiling. Yes! She didn't hate him and she meant those words.
Dylan couldn't stop himself from smiling broadly. He grabbed her hands and pulled her into a hug. He was carried away by his joy, forgetting that his hands and body were covered with blood. However, Marceline didn't mind it at all.
"Thank you, sis…" Dylan was feeling grateful.
Marceline could only sigh helplessly. Dylan was being so cheesy and dramatic though he was a guy. But she liked him that way. She found him cute and charming in his own way.
"Now tell me… what kind of help do you want from me?" She asked him curiously. "After this, we also have to discuss what happened to Lyca," she added.
