Const Orphanage 39

"Okay, okay, I promise you," Elvira hastily bowed his head, his gaze shattered, tears swirling in his eyes.

Teacher Ginger, with great effort, touched Elvira's cheek again and said, "Then... that's... good..."

Her hand fell limply to her chest, her breath gone.

Teacher Ginger was dead.

A creature with a human-like face on a dog's body bowed its head, licking Teacher Ginger's face, emitting intermittent cries of mourning. Elvira stood up, a splash of fresh blood on his face, his eyes ablaze with fury, staring at Landric as if surrounded by flames, like a dagger gleaming with icy sharpness.

At this moment, Landric, weakened, was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest as he spat out black blood. Supporting himself on the ground, a slight smirk on his lips, he appeared both crazed and frail. "I hadn't expected her to know, I should never have given it to her."