"Diyu, listen to me. I'm volunteering for this. I want to help you." Putting both of her hands on his cheeks with a serious expression, she felt the burning sensation from the black lines and inscription on his face as if they were alive.
"You don't have to destroy the entire Witchcraft clan for me. I will deal with those who hurt you and me only. There are good people in that clan. Not all of them are bad people." She tried to calm him down. She didn't want him to kill a lot, especially those who never hurt him.
There is karma in this world. If he stained his hand with the blood of innocent people a lot (the ones who never harm anyone), his life would be shrouded in gloom and bad luck.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" He kept repeating this word. If he didn't involve her with his grudge, if he didn't approach her from the start, she wouldn't have to sacrifice her face for him.
