~Mia Mondragon~
Albert Ros's craving for fire mostly subsided when he spotted me, which helped to easily free our bodies from the entanglement. Why are you crying? he demanded as he gripped the door with one hand while enclosing me in the crook of his arm. What are your qualifications wrong? Have you done something wrong!
I did not look at him, I picked up my clothes scattered on the ground, simply covered myself, and then left Albert Ros arm without saying a word.
From beginning to end, I didn't look at Albert Ros again. Albert Ros's heart sank, he had never seen me like this. Whether it was a century ago or years to come, I was always stubborn and had never been so depressed.
What's going on?
He followed me and pulled me back: "Can you speak out!”
I glanced at Albert Ros lightly,
