"I'm afraid I won't be able to bear leaving if I see him..."
The lady in red sighed softly, her tender gaze watery, piercing through the mist to fall upon Wyatt Barnes's form, "He might not let me leave either."
"Hmph! This lad is now enjoying the company of women on both sides, probably has already forgotten about you."
The old man in red robes snorted.
The woman smiled, "I finally saw his two fiancées... Truly as remarkable as he described. No, even more so."
"If you regret it, you can choose to stay... As for the other side, I'll go and speak for you."
The old man suddenly said.
"If I regret it, they will think you are playing with them and may even kill you... If you die, I will still be taken away by them. By then, it might even implicate him."
The woman shook her head, "Since the outcome will be the same, why bother causing unnecessary trouble?"
She really wanted to see Wyatt.
But she knew, now wasn't the right time.
