As Eva burst into tears, Xylon stood tall, towering over her with an enigmatic presence.
His eyes fixed on her tear-streaked face, a mixture of emotions flickering in his gaze.
Beneath his cold exterior, there was a hidden anger simmering.
At first, Xylon assumed that her tears were a result of the cut she had caused on her finger.
He couldn't understand why she was crying so vehemently over a seemingly trivial injury.
But as he observed her closely, the truth began to dawn on him. Her tears were not merely about the cut; they were a manifestation of the emotional pain.
.
The words she had spoken moments ago, the ones he had never expected to hear from her lips – "I hate you, Xylon" – echoed in his mind.
As Eva's sobs echoed in the room, her tears flowed unabated, a torrent of emotions she could no longer contain.
