Did something grow on his face?
Gary Smith suspiciously glanced at his reflection in his phone. Still as good-looking as ever, no problems there!
Or was it because, after showing his strength, friendship was now in danger of turning sour?
Gary Smith muttered in his heart, but it was just a joke. After all, the shadows of the three great illusions of life were still fresh, people shouldn't be too vain. Dream of the Crimson Moon didn't say anything and in the end, everyone went their separate ways.
Dream of the Crimson Moon stared at the departing figure of Gary Smith, her eyes dim. While deep in thought, a voice emerged from behind her:
"Is that the boy Lilith talked about?"
Recognizing the familiar voice, Dream of the Crimson Moon responded without even turning her head:
"Big Sister, when did you get here?"
"Am I not allowed to come?"