Bab 122: Chapter 47-4: The Chase Game

Consciously or unconsciously, she instinctively removed the black glove from her right palm, revealing to them soft, delicate white fingers with cottony, porcelain-like skin and beautiful, well-manicured nails.

Because of what had happened, and hearing some footprints running in that direction from all available sides, it felt like the end was inevitable.

Caroline, who had dared to reach out to the wound on the young man's left shoulder with a shrug, reckoned with the viscosity of the live blood, smearing her normally clean fingertips quickly with blood red before bringing it close to her lips.

The texture was looking very real and fresh.

Looking at her like this, the blond boy swallowed expectantly in confusion, bewildered, though surprised.

"You are real!"

Her lips parted in a whisper with a blank expression and a strange comment.

'What.. what was that?' His blond eyebrows furrowed in confusion.