Suddenly, his gaze fell on the seemingly real yet illusory butterfly atop Selene's head.
Just now, the sunset's glare had been too blinding.
The little butterfly mixed with the light reflected from her hair, making it impossible for him to see clearly.
But now, in the dimming evening light, he finally made out the truth.
It was not an ordinary decoration or a natural creature, but a beastman hidden in her hair.
Upon closer inspection.
Isn't this Hayden!
"You woman," his voice was laced with suppressed anger, "what have you done to Hayden?!"
He suddenly took a step forward and pushed Selene away.
Selene was caught off guard.
She staggered several meters away.
When she fell to the ground, her arms and thighs scraped harshly against the floor, instantly drawing blood.
She curled up in pain, rubbing her swollen buttocks, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at the person before her in disbelief.
"Why did you hit me!"
She cried out, her voice full of grievance.
