Chapitre 178: The Tragedy

Although his heart was beating like a galloping horse and his hands trembling, Tillian knew that he had to do it; he had to see Bella's face one last time. One last time, before her image would become permanent history.

Thus, mustering all the courage he had inside his heart, he finally folded the corner of the black cloth, his narrowed red eyes sliding carefully over the maid's white face.

He looked at her silently, absorbing every single feature of her face, etching every tiny wrinkle, every curl of the eyelashes, and every highlight of her hair into his memory while his heart was suffocating as if being clutched in a tight fist.