"That day... that smile... I still vividly remember it..." Dora mumbled softly, her gaze lost in the endless expanse of the sky.
Aether remained silent after hearing everything about Luna and Dora. There was nothing he could say—no words that would make a difference.
But one thing was clear...
'Damn, why does everyone have such a tragic backstory?!' Aether couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It didn't matter who they were or where they came from—every single one of his women had endured some kind of pain, just like his own fucked-up past life.
Though Liora and Delphine might not have had deeply tragic histories like the others, they still hadn't lived easy lives... they had suffered in their own ways.
'Is this fate at work? Am I only drawn to people with broken pasts, or is it that I'm fated to meet them? Fuck it!' Aether mused, his lips curving into a faint, amused smile before his expression darkened slightly.