The curtain of black hair hanging behind Yue Ran's head was lifted by the wind, partially covering her pale and weak face.
Was she sad?
Andre could not help but clench his fingers into a tight fist; a pang of frustration twisted in his chest. But he still said nothing.
Leila should see things clearly now, more than ever. Silas harbored a deep affection for Ellie, one that had burned brightly for a very long time. How, then, could he choose anyone else?
Silas also noticed the expression on Leila's face. His heart suddenly tightened, but he forced himself to look away. "I have already chosen, so you… should let her go."
The former Demon King stared at the current Demon King below, a malicious glint in his eyes. With an abrupt motion, he seized Yue Ran by the throat, a cruel sneer curling at the corners of his lips.
