So beautiful.
Wavering on the edge between reason and emotion, sinking into the mire of love, hatred, and dignity, sorrow, anger, despair, self-pity, misery—countless emotions invaded and fused within Sonia's heart, finally fermenting into a cup of rich, sweet poisoned wine that flowed out through her ruby eyes, corroding and intoxicating Ash's soul.
So beautiful.
She was clearly so pitiful, clearly in so much pain, clearly about to be crushed by a flood of ferocious emotions and suffocated by a reality filled with despair and unwillingness, yet Ash was helplessly drawn to this fallen aura of hers, like a moth plunging toward a boiling, blazing flame.
His soul trembled. His body yearned.
Sonia had always been beautiful, but in Ash's eyes at this moment, her beauty was beyond description. All his rational Ramparts became unable to withstand a single blow in this instant, and every moral law vanished like smoke... He did not seem like a monarch about to accept submission. Instead, he was like a slave on the verge of losing himself.
She was the one at the end of the road, yet he was the one whose army had collapsed like a landslide.
Let me become your thing.
There was no love confession crueler than this, and no curse sweeter than this. Ash even felt that the reason he had lived until now was to wait for this eternal Contract.
From this moment on, he would fall forever into purgatory.
"All right," Ash said.
At last receiving the answer she had long awaited, Sonia let out a long sigh. Her whole body leaned weakly into Ash's arms, the corners of her lips lifting bit by bit, the light in her eyes dimming bit by bit, while teardrops fell one after another onto Ash's shoulder, blurring her vision and