Crying blood
The ridiculous question with a sharp gaze from the bluish irises was only answered by Zelyn by massaging her temples. Moreover, she had to choose her country and the man who was still standing in front of her. "Now I return to your silly question, Axel. Can you choose between your country and mine?"
Axel, who had not blinked before looking at the beautiful face of the woman in the wheelchair, never expected to get the same question and now felt very confused to answer it.
"Gosh, I'm asking you, Zelyn. Why do you even ask me the same thing? That's ridiculous," said Axel who was now wearing his hands on his hips to express his frustration.
Of course he could not choose between the country of birth or the figure of the woman he loved so much. "I can't leave my country and will take you there."