"Why do you ask that?"
Only after the words escaped his lips did Hannah realize how hoarse his voice sounded, as if each word was wrapped in the stench of blood.
Hannah looked at him, "I think, perhaps you'd prefer a life like the one we had in Fairy Forest before."
No gunpowder, no worries, just the chirping of birds and fragrance of flowers in the mortal world, along with absolute freedom.
Such a life was indeed desirable.
Hannah pulled at the corner of his mouth, trying to speak but unable to, instead he avoided Hannah's gaze and looked down at his own frail, pale hands.
Without a touch of normal human color, as if they were ready to collapse at any moment.
Him like this would forever only become a burden to Hannah.
"If you truly are tired of me, then just send me away," he choked up, and when he raised his head again, he forced a strained smile, "Anywhere is fine."
