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Chris, sorry.

Tears welled up. It's not that she's afraid of being raped, afraid of losing her identity, it doesn't matter. It's just that she's really upset with herself. This delicious blood that can kill Vampires, she really never wanted it, never wanted to. The misfortunes of Brawen's life, from beginning to end, are all in it.

At this moment, Chris' lips suddenly met the tear on Brawen's cheek, feeling the trembling hands caressing him, finally, he finally stopped.

His head rested on Brawen's shoulder, his hand wiped away the tears still lingering on his cheeks, his strangely warm voice came with a sigh: "Sorry."

Brawen seemed dumbfounded. No way, no way Chris could stop like that. It was absurd as if some paradox was happening., She really couldn't imagine how much control Chris had to hold. In the past, Juventus, who loved Brawen a lot, couldn't do it, but in this moment, Chris did. She doesn't even know how to explain it.

Brawen's hand, now completely healed, lifted and stroke