Chanin'sactionsleadhimtobelievethattheotherpartywillneverbetraytheotherparty,butoncesuchathinghappens,itislikeanincident,whicherasesalltrust.Hecan'tstophisheartfrombeinghurt,andhecan'tstopthisnegativethought.
Thosebeautifuleyeslookedcoldlyattheyoungmanwhohadhislegsontheground,buthisheartwasbroken.
Whydon'tyouknowwhyhe'snotallowedtogowithMidori?
Henotonlycherisheshisproperty...AndRanddidn'twantanyonetothrowthingsonthepeopleheowned.
Notawordfellfromtheirbeautifullips,onlysilenceslippedbetweenthem.Chaninsuddenlyrealizedthatifhehadotherfeelings,hemightnotjustbeangry.
Whatisthis,wrongedsorry,hateful.
What'sthat...
Ifheknowsalittle,hewillresonate.ItwasclearthatLanehadbeenstaringathisface,lookingathimlikeair,whichChanningcouldn'tstand,andpressedhisfacetotheshinofoneofhislegsasheclungtohimandmutteredtohimself.
"MyLord...I'msorry."
Speakoverandover,begwithoutdignity,likeacornereddog.
Laneglanced,raisedhismouthandsmiledslightly.
Heisnotsatisfied,justpity.
"Gotohell."