In the small courtyard, Owen and Leslie shared a passionate kiss.
Perhaps due to her broken mana core and a sense of despair, or maybe because she had a premonition that she was about to lose Owen forever, Leslie shed her usual cold demeanor and actively embraced Owen.
After a long while, the two finally separated.
Owen gazed at Leslie's flushed face with a serious and determined expression and said:
"Since you're my fiancée, no matter sickness or health, you are mine!"
Leslie had rarely seen Owen this serious.
Her face flushed even more, and she buried her head in Owen's chest.
If anyone else had seen Leslie acting so meek and affectionate, they wouldn't have believed their eyes.
After all, Leslie was always cold and distant toward others, holding herself like an untouchable monarch without a hint of other emotions.
