Of course, this can't be spoken of, like some sort of closer relationship, deeper than that with a lover.
"You wouldn't still feel guilty towards Liszt, would you? Don't worry, he won't take it to heart."
Dreya really likes her; the blood is so much more fragrant, it's the scent of a maiden. She can't explain why Liszt's blood, as bad as blended junk, can be so addictive.
"Why say it like that..."
Mo Yutong can't help but delve into it because she has truly injected emotion now.
Dreya pondered for a moment.
Liszt hasn't mentioned divorce for half a year, even twelve months, since 2687, surpassing the historical record.
No matter how mature Liszt is, his age is dozens of rounds younger than hers; surely he only accepted today that he will eventually face life and death and has prepared for it.
While she prepared herself as early as 2685.
