Chương 51: Puppet of All!

The branches of the jacaranda tree were swaying again due to the sudden attacks of the wild breezes of the Summer evening. The lavender-blue petals of its trumpet-shaped flowers were showering like the rain of flowers.

Some of those petals got stuck on Aylin's neatly tied and adored hair. She was still standing under the tree, leaning against the dilapidated wall of the shabby alley. In one hand, she was clenching the golden mask tightly as she was staring at the black robe which was fluttering like a black wing. The black robe was going away from her sight with every passing second until it disappeared totally. 

Tears blinding her eyes and choking her voice as she murmured, staring at the dagger in her hand, "As you wish, Kai. We will never meet again. Even if we meet again by any chance, I will prefer not to recognize you anymore."