Chapter 281 Monologue

Time rewound to moments before.

The moment Jiang Yu aimed the gun at herself, the Gypsy witch truly felt the advent of death.

Her eyes widened as she saw the red gleam spouting from the muzzle, and her mind was instantly crowded with numerous images—the red-haired girl in the dilapidated wizard's tower fiddling with Tarot Cards, the old man behind the curtain bleeding from his seven orifices from a divination backlash, supplicating at the feet of the Moon God in a communion with another realm, the lips that gently touched the warlock's in the snow.

Elena's gaze shifted from the red gleam to the giant 'Black Cat' beside her.

How beautiful, the word suddenly emerged from the bottom of her heart, followed by an inexplicable pride, and then that bit of pride slowly fell, turning into a deep sorrow.

When had all this begun?

From the first encounter in the Wandering Bar, the first drink they shared?