"Hahaha…" Nicholai only laughed darkly, Darius not reacting too much. "She must have received news from me. There's no point in going now. Not to mention that she's days away from the city, more from where we are right now. Are you interested in the past?"
"Yeah, I want to see what Nikita was like with my own two eyes." Darius attended to his kebab before gazing at the children, who had their own conversation nearby the fire. "I also want to know what kind of person their real father is."
At those words, Nicholai only hummed, He then brought down the empty bowl from his lips. "The past she weaves from the echoes will make you relive the lives of the person whose past you wished to see. I can lend you my blood to find Nikita, but I'd rather not have you go through that. My past with Nikita is not as pretty as you might think. Neither is it good for you to see Gilbert Gillard from my eyes…"
