66. All Lies

By the little lake behind the hill, a simple wooden rack had been set up, with a pair of men's sweatpants and a short-sleeved shirt drying on it.

Now and then, a drop of water fell with a soft tick.

Yimo was soaking in the lake, looking somewhat haggard.

Yesterday, he had leaned inside the cabinet and gone without sleep all night.

After getting caught in the heavy rain, his head felt a little dizzy, and being soaked through was uncomfortable.

He had nothing to do today, so he had come alone to the little lake where Dieyu had brought him before, washed his clothes, then climbed in to soak.

The lake water was cold, but that was fine. It actually helped Yimo wake up.

At that moment, he didn't want to see anyone. He just wanted to be alone.

But that wish didn't seem likely to come true.

Dieyu slowly emerged from the bushes. Dressed in a black gauzy dress, she looked like an elf at midnight, with a hint of seduction. The V-shaped neckline exposed a glimpse of her smooth, snowy-white cleavage.

Today, she was even wearing high heels. She sat by the lake on the round stone where Yimo had once slept face-down, took off her shoes, and rested her little feet on the stone. Propping her chin on her hands, she looked at Yimo, whose expression in the lake was extremely conflicted.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong yesterday."

"I came to apologize. Can you forgive me?"

Dieyu pursed her lips, looking a little troubled.

Yimo simply turned his back to her and refused to look at her.

Dieyu shook her head helplessly and explained, "I know you're not the Seer."

"Pikachu really is a Werewolf."

"I promised I'd stand by you no matter what, but I