Chapter 313

This was the only way I could respond.

He was so observant. I had once mentioned that when I was angry, the wind would stir. He remembered that. He knew the wind was the one thing I could control.

He had stored every word I'd said, even the ones that seemed unimportant at the time. Now, he was using that same attention to figure out if I was still here. How much must that be hurting him?

The room