"Thump... thump..."
At that moment, the world seemed to come to a halt. Other than the sound of his own heartbeat, Karl could no longer hear anything else. He still stared blankly at Liang Bing. Countless sweet and happy scenes he had once imagined were now covered in cracks. Sunlight and warmth had been replaced by darkness and cold, as though he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, watching Liang Bing drift farther and farther away from him...
All of this was because of her saying, "My man."
My man? Could Hua Zhen and Liang Bing have, over these past hundred years... What kind of joke was this?!
When Liang Bing saw him suddenly fall silent, hanging his head as though the sky had collapsed, his expression hidden beneath his hood, she could not help feeling puzzled.
What was this guy doing...?
Never expect a carefree Goddess to understand the feelings of an innocent simp... warm-hearted man. Angels were beautiful, holy, and noble. Wherever they went, they drew attention and fanatical devotion. As the Holy Left Wing, Liang Bing had seen this sort of scene—or this sort of person—countless times.
Naturally, every time Karl saw her blush, his heart race, and act shy, she had simply categorized him as someone who admired and was infatuated with angels.
Though she was extremely irritated right now, she still suppressed the urge to explode and waited for Karl to return to normal.
Her earlier departure had been decisive, but it was merely a tactic to lure him in. If she had left, how could she find out what that bastard Hua Zhen was researching? Who could she ask? Where could she look for clues? There was no one and nowhere! So she could only start with Karl, who admired and worshipped angels.
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