All his mind could summon were the years of his lady's coldness in front of him, and now this enchanting figure.
"It shouldn't be this way, Madam still loves me, she must still love me. Even if she treats me like a dog, it's just another kind of love. Otherwise, why didn't she take someone else as a dog? I am still that special, even unique in her heart,"
the Demon Lord murmured, his gaze growing brighter and brighter. The original dimness had completely disappeared, replaced by deep splendor. Then, he abruptly lifted his head, staring fixedly at Qiu Yuan Dai with hope in his eyes.
"Madam, all of this is fake, isn't it? It must be these mortals threatening you. They've got something on you. Yes, that's it, I am absolutely not mistaken," he said in a loud voice, his robe fluttering wildly behind him, his pupils revealing deep pain, almost pleadingly looking at Qiu Yuan Dai, his voice gentle as if afraid of startling her.
