The one who bled and stayed for her in this realm of painful memories, the one who fought with his own demons all while trying to protect her too was… Ahzure.
Then why would her traitorous heart still get deceived?
She felt strangled by her emotions.
"Ahzure… you…"
Aesther was not sure what to say but her voice was heavy as she closed her eyes. "Th-thank you…"
He was warm, but she could not bear to see those sickening stains of blood on his clothes. She had never seen him get so injured. He was always the strongest, the one who could handle everything.
To see him fall was ominous.
To think she thought it was Ezrahl, to think she once again blinded by her pathetic emotions, was more excruciating.
But the kind man she had loved and lost now responded with a dark voice, "Don't be foolish. There is no time to get emotional."
