Chapter 1588: Are you disappointed if it's not him?
"If you think that holy object is more important than me, please don't approach me like this, because-"
I looked into his eyes and said word by word: "I don't want to be run over by a car to death."
I clearly saw that he was injured, and my heart was clearly hurt by his injury, but I still walked away without looking back. Tears fell down like pouring rain.
I ran like crazy.
I don’t know when, it started to rain lightly!
My steps began to slow down on the lawn, and I lost strength...
The twilight is lush, and the shadow of the night shrouds me!
I raised my face and let the raindrops, which gradually became bigger and faster, hit my face!
My mind is in a mess, I don’t want to think about anything, but I can’t stop the intrusion of random thoughts...
There was the sound of footsteps behind me, so slow! Who could it be? This grassland is a paradise of boredom for Takenojo and I, a healing place for sadness! It must be him?
"Can I really trust you, Takenojo? Tell me, are you the one who stole the demon book? Probably not. I can trust my intuition..."
I turned around with my head soaked by the rain and looked at him——
"True - true virtuous -"
It's him!
Not the Takenojo I thought he was, oh my God! My lips were trembling, my eyes were stinging, and I didn’t know why I was shivering from the cold! Why was I shaking? I didn’t know why.
"It's not him. Are you disappointed?"
His hair was also wet from the rain, with raindrops dripping uncontrollably, and a layer of water appeared in his eyes. I didn't know whether it was rain or some kind of liquid, which allowed me to see another aspect of him.
He makes me feel sad and tremble like this.
"Yes, very disappointed."
Is it my specialty to say the exact opposite? It's obviously not the case. I was much happier seeing him than Takenojo, but I actually stabbed his heart and my own pulse, "What the hell are you doing?"
What do you want... you say, you say... what do you want..."
I can't stand his unclear attitude anymore.
"You want a holy thing. Is it my fault that I leave you and fulfill your wish? Could it be that you want me to..."
"I didn't want anything holy."
He defended himself, but there was a sense of powerlessness in his tone. Is it because of my firm determination?