In the warm lamplight of the living room, the atmosphere gradually shifted. The chandelier's beams seemed like a gentle embrace, melting away the chill of winter one by one.
At this moment, the ticking of the clock grew slower and more leisurely. It was no longer a spell of time, but a tranquil melody. The girls' gazes gradually lost their coldness and fury, turning instead to understanding and gentleness.
In this atmosphere, Sigrid and Hughberlian gradually loosened their grips, undoing the deadlock.
Before their hands had fully lowered,
"Holy Son, I failed to take your feelings into consideration."
Sigrid spoke to Lanchi first, her voice softening by half.
"!"
Hughberlian failed to react for a moment. How could this woman change faces so quickly?
Hughberlian immediately placed both hands back around Lanchi's wrists, seemingly wanting to check whether she had hurt him just now.
She said nothing. She merely raised her head and looked at Lanchi with a hint of apology, her eyes as though she could truly empathize with him.
"This..."
Gloria's eyelids twitched violently.
This sudden change finally made her understand that the most absurdly overpowered ability of the Ba Tian Holy Son wasn't his terrifying professional competence, but a unique talent for controlling a Shura Field!
From beginning to end, he showed almost no emotional fluctuations, as if he genuinely believed he was acting for Sigrid and Hughberlian's own good. Yet the two of them failed to understand him, leaving him slightly dejected in the end. That was all.
He was so pure that it was impossible to understand him!
For a moment, Gloria couldn't tell whether this man was still as saintly as ever or an utterly shameless Green Tea.
She always felt as if her old mother had been toyed with in someone else's palm,