Lyric Willow couldn't fathom in her entire life what virtue or ability that woman possessed to earn such special treatment from her heartless and unfeeling brother. Perhaps only those who have been too warm can attract those who have been in the dark for too long, just like a moth to flame, an uncontrollable instinct.
"I heard she attempted suicide," Lyric Willow added fuel to the fire, "Are you really okay with leaving her there? I really don't understand, as the young master of the Willow family, why suppress your own emotions? If you like her, just say it, if you want her, just take her. What's the point of sitting in this position if you can't even have the person you like?"
Evan Willow snapped the book shut.
The lamplight made his light brown eyes even more translucent, like an emotionless machine, tinged with a chilling murderous intent.
He spoke slowly, "Have you ever liked someone?"
