Dago glanced at her and suddenly said, "You left a mark on Beatrice because you didn't want this friendship to end here, did you?"
"I misjudged you. I never thought you truly considered Beatrice a friend."
"Let me guess again."
Dago's gaze swept lightly over Tracy's cheek. "You've always hated Michael. But the real reason was that you wanted to be friends with her, wasn't it?"
"You just didn't know the right way to get along with people. Both of you have flaws in your personalities, and somehow you ended up on opposing sides. You were unwilling to put aside your pride, so you could only keep making the same mistake and force this relationship to continue."
"That was probably the stupidest joke I've heard in days."
Tracy narrowed her eyes at Dago, her expression icy. "It isn't funny at all, you ignorant, arrogant ice worm who loves to think he's clever."
Dago merely smiled faintly and did not argue further.
The soul connection between him and Tracy grew stronger by the day, and their understanding of each other became increasingly profound and clear.
Tracy was full of contradictions. On the outside, she bared her fangs and claws like a monster, yet inside, she seemed more sensitive and soft-hearted than anyone else.
She seemed not to care about anything, yet she actually cared deeply about many things. She simply refused to show it.
She reminded Dago of a kind of fruit.
"Enough. Stop making those baseless speculations and guesses about me."
A slight pain in his wrist interrupted Dago's thoughts. Turning his head, he saw Tracy, who had just bitten his hand hard, glaring at him with unusually fierce eyes.
Beneath that fierceness was the embarrassment and irritation of someone who felt completely seen through.
Dago said nothing and cut