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"I...," Aiden began, thinking aloud.
Veronica suddenly placed a finger on his lips, reminding him seriously, "Tell the truth, you've made a vow."
Aiden nodded slightly, and then Veronica removed her hand.
What does he think of Veronica?
To say he didn't have a favorable impression would definitely be a lie. The moment he stepped into the world of power and learned the true nature of his destiny, the loyal Veronica, who was willing to risk her life for him, became the only person he fully trusted. She was the only presence on the cold, competitive chessboard of power that could give him a sense of security.
A pretty good girl who would do anything for you, willing to follow you like a tail; she approached him cautiously. He wasn't made of stone; how could he not be moved at all?
But that was merely being moved, at best. Compared to Veronica's selfless, death-defying love, his little bit of fondness truly seemed insignificant. Their love wasn't equal.
