Feeling Elias' embrace, which was far from robust and even somewhat frail, Olivia suddenly found herself choking up.
"Why are you being so foolish? Have you lost your mind??"
She clung tightly to Elias, crying out loud.
"After everything I've done to you, you still come to me, so naïvely. Are you sick or something?!"
Elias lifted his head with difficulty, offering a weak smile.
"I guess I am sick..."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have tried to change someone like you..."
A term of endearment in his culture, indicating someone with a twisted personality.
With every movement, his skin felt as if it were being pricked with needles, such was the pain.
The corrosive effect of the dark mist was so severe that there wasn't a single patch of unblemished skin on his body.
Even his current smile was nothing but a strained effort.
Seeing Elias in this state, Olivia's heart grew heavier. She quickly cradled his cheeks.
