"What did you say?"
Lanaia jerked her head up to look at the tree canopy, trying to discern her original appearance from the grotesquely swollen limbs.
"No need to look anymore, this one clearly is Old Master Qiao's new bride,"
said Fu Qian from the side.
"Lily?"
Lanaia looked incredulously at the monster before her. Unfortunately, its head had swelled to the point that its shape was indiscernible, and the thick, unevenly distributed hair completely covered its face.
"You torture her into this state, yet you dare to say she is your lover?"
Enraged, Lanaia's body was nearly trembling.
"Of course Lily is my lover,"
said Ian, his face still wearing that eerie smile, and even tears began to flow from his eyes.
"I must love her more than anyone else, and if she were not my lover, my ritual wouldn't even be successful."
"Let me guess, because Ecstasy needs to be transferred?"