"Shut up!"
"Don't speak anymore!"
"You... You full of nonsense, liar!"
Watching the black-haired boy whose life seemed to hang by a thread, Tiya unconsciously clenched her pale, slender fingers, her green eyes filled with indecision.
She bit her silver teeth, trying to say some cold and ruthless words to herself to dispel that strange sense of guilt deep inside.
Where did this sense of guilt come from?
Even Tiya herself didn't understand.
Perhaps, it was because subconsciously she believed something had happened between her and Lynn in the past twelve years, hence she couldn't look directly at him, whom she had harmed.
At that moment, Tiya, regardless of the dust on the ground, knelt down, her small, rounded buttocks gently pressing on her short boots, her hands propped on her knees, staring silently at Lynn.
Due to the swelling on his face, he now looked comical and ridiculous.
But Tiya was in no mood to mock this former foe.
