But why is Alice Smith as dim as a flower about to wither, as if her entire life is shrouded in gloom.
Alexandra Lee didn't dare to look into those eyes, too cold, as if they lacked a trace of warmth, yet seemed to harbor some resentment towards her, a resentment that felt as if he would want to kill her, a comforting illusion.
Alexandra Lee choked up and grasped Shane Winchester's arm even tighter: "Young Master Winchester, I just really wanted to see you, I am..."
"Do you know what the most important thing is for a plaything?"
Shane Winchester interrupted, asking coldly.
Alexandra Lee was slightly stunned, but Shane Winchester didn't expect her to answer, instead speaking softly word by word: "The most important thing as a plaything is to not have any thoughts, so do you think I care what you think?"
Alexandra Lee's tears uncontrollably rolled down, she bit her lips tightly, her eyes filled with unwillingness.
