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Hiss!
The Magic Eye at the center of the Cosmos slowly closed, and the whole world was plunged into Darkness.
Wayne, with Anastasia, left the chat room, leaving the Dark Goddess alone in the small dark room.
The camera returned to the basement, where Wayne, pale-faced, stood in place; Anastasia hurriedly put on her long dress, approached, and supported Wayne's arm, her eyes filled with worry and self-reproach.
"It's not your fault; don't worry about it."
Wayne pushed Anastasia's arm away, not wanting her to come into close contact with him.
Anastasia's complexion turned ugly. Her hand, held in mid-air, uncertain whether to stretch out or not, knew quite well that Wayne's refusal was for her own good, yet a strong sense of loss still rose in her heart.
She felt rejected, no, abandoned.
"How troublesome, come and help me, and I'll perform the surgery on you once I've recovered," Wayne waved his hand, reaching out for Anastasia's arm.
Now, Anastasia hesitated again.
