Chapter 70: You
What does that mean? Why is he smiling?
It feels as if a formless blade is piercing my throat, choking me. I can’t be the only one feeling this way. Liam Moore has a talent for carving up his own heart with a handleless blade, a talent that inflicts pain on those who watch.
The man who bowed his head to me confessed his sins in detail, his voice trembling.
“So that it won’t harm you. I’ll keep hiding from now on…”
His words were very weak, trailing off until only a faint, trembling breath remained. I could feel the hot warmth wetting my hands.
What should I do?
“Liam,” I called, after hesitating for a moment, lifting his tear-streaked face. The man, sobbing pitifully with his eyebrows furrowed, turned his head away as if to flee. It might seem fickle of me to say such things while holding him back.
“Don’t run away.”
Anything else is fine. You can do whatever you want. His eyes widened at my words, his tear-clumpy eyelashes stark. His gaze felt like it was digging into me. He had an expression as if he knew nothing, yet he was cutting deep into me. His exposed sincerity spoke.