"Adam might have been wrong."
In the swaying carriage, Anna's face showed displeasure toward the male protagonist, "Sara did so much for him, she even sacrificed herself."
"That's a twisted and deformed love." Lu Li ripped up a note and stretched it out of the carriage, letting it be thrown behind by the galloping vehicle.
Both visually and psychologically.
Being sensually occupied due to her body, Anna found it difficult to see the rational side—indeed, a qualified story could cover up the darkness behind it.
Just like no one cares about the Spirit whose precious treasures were stolen by the protagonist in fairy tales.
"If Adam had been firm enough, he could have refused Sara's resurrection at the beginning, instead of starting to feel weary of his other half after a hundred years."
Anna's gaze at Lu Li was like that of a wounded deer, helpless yet faintly pleading, "Time wears everything down... doesn't it?"
