After seeing Stanley Batton's eyes, Xyla Quest felt all the weakness in her heart spilling out...

When she first saw Stanley earlier, she could still hold her emotions in and not let any of it show.

Xyla thought she could keep holding her emotions in.

However, as she saw an increasing number of corpses and injured people, she didn't want to keep doing so any longer...

Xyla realized that she wasn't as tough as she had imagined.

At this moment, she really couldn't handle it anymore.

Xyla couldn't care about anything else. She just wanted to cry and vent...

Most of the people who died or got injured today were from the auction...

More than half of these hundreds of people were either dead or injured...

A disaster like this was no better than a terrorist attack...

"No... None of this has anything to do with you... The culprit was cruel. It's not your fault..." Stanley felt as if his heart was being cut. He carefully consoled Xyla. The girl before his eyes was like a fragile rose made of glass.

His heart ached for her. All he wanted to do was to protect her carefully.

a knife that jabbed at the

Stanley suddenly didn't

always been a proud person since

but superior to more than tens of

had always looked down on everyone else

was too difficult for

who

was also the only person who could make Stanley, proud as he

listen

filled with

children crying pitifully, children with missing arms or legs, as well as old folks,

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could

in the end,

crying grew increasingly louder. She looked more and more like a

Wild breezes began blowing...

against their faces and bodies from all

mixture of tears and rainwater made Xyla's vision completely

and an intense chill spread throughout her body, but she

aching more

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