Even though she knew that the current version of him was actually an illusion, maybe after a good sleep, he would be back to normal, and this version would no longer exist.
By that time, the normal Kyle wouldn't remember any of this. Whatever she said wouldn't matter; it was only for her to know.
However, looking into those phoenix-like eyes, she didn't want to lie or brush things off.
Her silence seemed to make him even more anxious, "Sister... don't want to?" There was a hint of undeniable disappointment in his tone, and the light in those eyes seemed to dim.
Mabel Quinn shook her head, and once again reached out, gently patting his head, caressing his black hair, "No, I don't mind. When you grow up, I am willing to be your bride."
Yes, she was willing. Willing to marry him, willing to spend her life with him, and even more willing to use all her strength to love him, to help him forget those unhappy past memories.
"Really?" he asked in surprise.
