Chapter 363: The Demands of the Deity
Celia stared at Ansu's hand tightly gripping hers, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
She had never seen such an emotion in his eyes before—gloomy and obsessive, as if harboring an impending storm.
It was so unfamiliar that it was almost frightening...
“Ansu...” It took her a long moment to squeeze out a bitter smile, and she nodded gently. “Alright, I trust you.”
As she spoke, she curled up in her chair, hugging her knees, and slowly buried her head.
“Ansu, actually, I was lying to you just now.”
Her voice was muffled, her mood hitting rock bottom. “I don't want to die. Our happy life has only just begun. How could I bear to leave this world...?”
“Celia.” Ansu took a deep breath, gently shaking her arm. “Wait for me. I have something to take care of.”
Celia looked up, her eyes still misty. “Where are you going?”