Leon's hands trembled, and he stared at them as if they belonged to someone else. Then he clutched his chest, gasping for breath as a wave of fear and helplessness overwhelmed him.
He knew very well what Dion was capable of, and he didn't wish to interfere anymore with Ye Jin.
Still... wouldn't it be cruel for him to just stand by and watch her get killed?
But she didn't seem to want to be saved. So if he stopped trying, he wasn't wrong, right? He tried, after all.
"I tried," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I tried," he said continuously, as if to hypnotize himself.
Then, there was a faint hum, which gradually grew louder into the sound of thousands of flutters.
Leon looked up, and behold, thousands of butterflies swarmed his room, swirling around as if in a trance. Then slowly, they began to take shape into the form of a woman.
Delilah.
Leon's lips trembled partly in fear. "Delilah... I—"
