"A-Anya, yesterday..." Tears streamed down Anya's face.
Seeing Anya dissolve into tears, Richie could barely contain his urge to beat up Corn Head and Chestnut Head.
Even if those two had been the ultimate wingmen, Richie was still unhappy that they had made Anya cry. He could no longer even enjoy watching the drama unfold.
"I'm sorry about yesterday..." Anya burst into sobs.
Her sobs struck Second Son right in the heart.
Second Son felt his heart flutter, as though something had struck him.
In that instant, Richie heard Second Son Damian's heart pounding fiercely.
Anya's eyes brimmed with tears, her flushed little face looking like an abandoned puppy, utterly miserable.
"Anya actually wanted to be friends with you. Boo-hoo..." Anya wept, looking heartbreakingly sweet.
Richie was close to losing it. He should have been watching the drama from the sidelines, but somehow he had become part of it.
Roses seemed to bloom in Second Son Damian's heart, their layers upon layers of petals scattering on the breeze, filling the air with the scent of love.
The rose petals struck Second Son, and even the way he looked at Anya now came with a rosy filter.
How could Anya be so pretty? How could Anya be so cute?
As the roses in his heart suddenly burst into bloom, Second Son fell head over heels in love.
Richie really wanted to punch Damian again. Anya was so adorable, and Damian simply wasn't good enough for her.
Sure enough, in an older brother's eyes, no man could ever be good enough for his little sister.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Anya was still crying.
Richie felt that if Anya kept crying, he really wouldn't be able to stop himself from hitting someone.
Richie was doing his best to control himself, too. Once Anya