Lucivar remained silent for a while, staring at the wall as Leandra embraced him tightly.
She wept and cried, unlike her usual cold self.
Blinking and recovering from his daze, Lucivar shoved Leandra away, sending her to the ground. Then, he looked down at her, irritation clearly etched across his face, "Quit crying, you piece of shit. Do you think I want to wake up to you bawling like a damn baby? Is that supposed to make me happy?"
Leandra was stunned for a second, looking up at him in confusion.
"If anything, this only shows how little you view me." Lucivar scoffed. "You really think I'd die easily?"
In a rushed manner, Leandra wiped her tears and stood.
She could only smile acutely inside—it was so like Lucivar to take this as an insult.
Instead of seeing that losing him was devastating for Leandra, he took this as an insult to his strength.
Before Leandra could say anything, Lucivar had already turned away, "How long have I been out?"
