Chapter 43

Rozarria blinked before she furrowed her brows in disgust. "You have a wild imagination," she said in unconcealed mockery.

Shrugging his shoulders, Alvaro probed, "Then, what is?"

Rozarria reverted to her expressionless self and continued her story in an uninterested manner, yet her eyes were turning dimmer by the second. "What happened next is a cliché story. In my time in Frizkiel, I fell in love with an ordinary guy and had a happy, loving relationship for four years until Eric was put into an orphanage, and I have to leave Frizkiel while he stayed here. His life and job were here, not to mention he was in the middle of taking his masters. At that time, I didn't know I had made a choice. A choice I still regretted until this day."

For a second, Alvaro saw her eyes registered raw emotions all at once, pain, regret, disappointment, hurt. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, those emotions were gone.