But now, he is normal.
Begging for mercy seems to have lost its efficacy now, as the girl who usually listened to him most, now, seemed to ignore him.
Her eyelashes were trembling; her body was shivering; the gloss in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by numbness.
A dangerous aura was emanating from her.
Previously, whenever she was about to lash out, the boy only needed to hold her hand to calm her down, but now, it was the boy's hand that was intensifying her rage.
Li Zhiyuan withdrew his hand from the girl.
The girl's body gradually returned to calm, her eyelashes stopped fluttering, and her eyelids drooped.
She turned and walked towards the staircase.
The cloak that had been draped over the two of them fell, and Li Zhiyuan picked it up, wanting to wrap it around the girl.
But as he approached again, the girl stopped moving, and her back began to tremble.
Li Zhiyuan had to stop, and even took a few steps back.
