The pitch-black night, desolate surroundings, a woman dressed in a white gauze garment clung tightly to a man's waist. The white gauze and robe seemed to merge into one under the moonlight, and pearly tears fell like beads off a broken string.
Nightmare gently struggled out of Illusion Fox's embrace, pushed with both hands, and the white garment still bore traces of blood.
"Nightmare, listen to my explanation, things aren't as you imagine, I..." Illusion Fox showed a face full of eagerness and regret, her tears uncontrollably streaming down like a wife caught in infidelity by her husband.
"We have had no relation for a long time, you don't need to explain so much to me." On Nightmare's face was an icy expression, beneath which lay a hint of anger, and of course, this look was something only Illusion Fox, once the "one beside his pillow," would recognize.
"No, listen to me explain." Illusion Fox, in her urgency, grabbed Nightmare's arms and shook them non-stop.
