Nathan burned notes and money to me. He went to many places. He took pictures at every wedding he went to. I know all the people I met and all the interesting things I encountered. It's as if I've experienced it with him. Nathan seems to have broken his promise.
He complained to me.
He said no woman liked him and he had to go back on his word.
I felt helpless.
I rushed into the palace of the King of Hell, imploring him if there was any means to bring Nathan a fated romantic connection.
The King of Hell said, "I can't help."
Hmph!
I don't know what he's thinking.
He's afraid of losing the tributes from the top donor.
"Then you can make him live longer, so he can live a peaceful life."
Deal.
As far as I know, the deity of love, often referred to as the "Cupid" of the East, visits
