Chapter 200: I Hate That I Love You

Lyra almost cried out.

But then she saw it clearly—

The red drops on the ground were not blood, but wine.

The wooden box was shattered by the bullet, and so was the glass bottle containing the wine.

The precious wine was spilled, and not a single drop was left.

Alaric stood on his spot, holding the mouth of that glass bottle, and looked back at Wyatt icily.

“…You are fucking insane,” he said after