After Ryan gave the order, Dereon lowered his head and, along with several others, left the private room and closed the door.
There were only Ryan and Annabelle left in the compartment.
He gently stroked Annabelle's cheek, a face that he had once thought he wouldn't care too much about.
Just a patient, just someone he used to...
However, as time went by, he realized that the girl named Annabelle, her every frown and smile, every annoyance and anger, had already been imprinted in his heart, and it was no longer possible to erase her from his mind.
How could there be such great magic?
Even someone like him, cold-blooded to the core, could be shaken by her.
Was it because of her captivating beauty?
Was it because he saw his own reflection in her pitiful self?
Perhaps, it was simply b
