Frada stood on a branch and took off her black robe. The afternoon wind blew her hair and exposed her face even more.
She looked at Arthur with a shady look. Her smile curved when Arthur turned to her.
"I haven't seen you in a long time, Arthur."
Arthur chuckled. "You dared to come here just to see me? If Millard finds you, we'll die together."
"To be precise, you will die alone."
"Haha... Wolf privilege."
Frada sat back down, this time closer to him and closing the distance between them. Her hands held Arthur's hand, but Arthur released her hands carefully.
"Not now, Frada."
Frada still forced a smile even though her eyes filled with tears. She looked at Arthur with a million indescribable feelings. Arthur still gave her a kind smile he used to give other people.
Frada took a deep breath to hold back her tears. "You're so hard to get. I won't stand a chance."
