Fate · Fight · Choice, and…Trust - II
Seraphina was stunned, then involuntarily shivered, a strong chill rising from her heart, "This... this is too..."
"Just hearing me say this, you feel completely unacceptable, right?"
Ansel stroked the cover of his book, his eyes slightly downcast, "I fell into such self-doubt for a long time, even doubting whether the traveler was also arranged by fate, doubting whether I was still walking on the line woven by fate for me from beginning to end, almost despairing, almost dying several times."
That was a dark period that Ansel did not want to look back on. On the outside, he was polite, optimistic, and faced everyone with a positive and sunny attitude; but once he returned to his room, he would shrink into a corner, frantically flipping through all the future-related memories in his mind, comparing them with everything he had experienced.