The scene unfolding in the bedroom was too much for Silf to bear watching, yet her fingers involuntary parted, creating a small gap.
It's too shameful, too disgraceful, too brazen, too filthy…
...
Silf didn't know how to describe the scene that met her eyes.
She felt as though her entire worldview had been utterly upended.
Her body stood still atop a leaf in the treetop, her legs shaking uncontrollably; the leaf swayed in the night breeze, and Silf nearly fell to the ground, forcing her to find a more secure perch on a sturdy tree trunk to sit.
Inside her, her magic power and fighting energy were in complete turmoil.
Her thoughts were a tangled mess.
She knew that Catherine had made great sacrifices to revive Jie Luo, even willingly giving herself to Qin Chu.
But she never imagined the sacrifice would be to such an extent.
Her cheeks were burning hot as she silently watched the two figures inside, waiting for it all to finally end.
