"Why is it me? I can't let you go, sister. My dream is no longer far off. I can't let myself be distracted with any kind of possibility."
There was a strange gleam in Arjan's eyes. Her hand was still clutching strongly onto Seraphina's white wrist, leaving a red line on it.
It was a disaster. The atmosphere was getting much worse for Seraphina. There were only a few steps left to the door. Even Ferdinand's eyes had turned fierce as he bore into Seraphina. He was gazing alternately between the door and Seraphina with anxious eyes.
"Damn it, damn it! I never expected it to get this sloppy at the end."
"Ferdinand."
Ferdinand's movements immediately stopped at Arjan's gesture. Her red lips fluttered into Ferdinand's ear as he hesitated greatly.
As her red lips stopped moving, Ferdinand continued to straighten his posture. His anxiety was tenacious, and his face was rather sullen, yet he stood upright.
