"To be precise, never appear in Amy's line of sight again."
Daniel Cooper leaned back in his chair, a faint smile on his thin lips, giving him a gentle and amiable look, with an equally approachable tone,
"My woman has a bad temper, and she'd be unhappy if she saw you. If she's unhappy, so am I, and when I'm unhappy, I enjoy finding someone to take it out on. If you think you're tough enough to withstand the blade, you're welcome to stay."
Anna Foster, "..."
She stared silently at the man across from her, suddenly realizing that the man she had loved for years was a devil who devoured people without spitting out bones, but still couldn't help being swayed by the enchanting faint smile on his lips.
So, in that intoxicated state, she murmured her true feelings, "Daniel Cooper, how come I never noticed before that you're a devil?"
A devil who wears a perfect shell, hooks people's souls, and then coldly turns his back on them.
"It's not too late for you to realize it now."
