Seraphine felt a lump in her throat.
Qingyi grabbed the sword strapped to his waist, and in the next instant, the blade flashed brightly, materializing a figure beside him.
The figure had a mature face of transcendental beauty, purple eyes, and long, elegant hair of the sa color.
It was Elize. Her precious Elize.
It was not a projection seen through eyes present on another plane, but her in the flesh, standing right there in front of her.
Seraphine opened her lips to say sothing, but nothing escaped her throat.
Elize trembled, looking at the woman before her.
It had been countless years since they last saw each other. At the ti of their separation, Elize was just a little girl, but she still knew that face very well.
With trembling steps, Elize approached and raised her hands toward her sister's face.
Seraphine mimicked the gesture. The two touched each other's faces, feeling each other's warmth.
They shuddered and, after a brief mont of hesitation, finally embraced.
"I-I missed you so much..." Seraphine sniffed, pulling her sister against her chest as tears stread down her face. "I'm so sorry... if I had been here, if I had been with Mom... I could have called Grandpa... I could have stopped everything..."
Elize listened to the apologies, struggling to put strength into her trembling voice.
"I-it's okay, we're here now, right? And hubby has already promised
that we'll never be separated again!"
Upon hearing those words, Seraphine was unable to stop a painful laugh from escaping her lips.
Her eyes rose to Qingyi. He had his back turned, granting them a little privacy.
She rembered when she first t Elize and what her little sister had said to her.
'You can be my hubby's wife too...! Seraphine repeated in her mind, blushing imdiately.
Her little sister was joking when she suggested that she beco his wife too... right?
What kind of woman would offer her husband to another like that?
Seraphine asked herself countless tis, and the answer was always the sa: Elize wasn't joking.
Seraphine pushed those thoughts away and hugged her sister even tighter.
"You know Father will never allow this, right...?" Seraphine forced the difficult words out of her throat. "Not after the Red death consud Karlan's heart. If he finds out you're here and who Qingyi is..."
Seraphine bit her lower lip hard, wiping away her tears and strengthening her voice.
It wasn't easy to say, but she knew, or at least believed, it to be true.
She was weak, and she was sure that in the current situation, her grandfather simply wouldn't act.
"Don't worry, hubby will kill that filthy pig, and after you beco his wife, we can run away together!" Elize declared, pulling away from the embrace to look into her sister's eyes.
Seraphine froze.
Her eyes fluttered, alternating between Qingyi and Elize nonstop.
She didn't doubt Qingyi's ability to kill her father, as she had seen his talent firsthand. His current power, even with a mana heart inferior to hers, was still infinitely superior.
In the mortal heavens, he had ascended to the peak in the blink of an eye, and even here, his advancent had not slowed down.
He was, without a doubt, the most talented young man she had ever seen in her entire life.
Even the fact that he clearly had a mana heart despite being a Qi cultivator no longer ca as much of a shock to her.
Seraphine swallowed hard. She searched her mind and heart for answers, but found none.
She hesitated repeatedly before finally getting up, keeping Elize by her side and walking towards Qingyi.
The handso young man stood up, turning to face the two sisters.
They stood side by side, their hips pressed against each other.
The sides of Elize's huge, soft, snow-covered twin mountains touched Seraphine's full, perfect snow-covered twin peaks.
Their purple hair t over their delicate shoulders.
Elize's exaggerated and obscene curves contrasted with her sister's elegant and sensual curves, much more so than her pointed ears and black horns.
They were so similar, yet so different... both perfect in their own way.
"My little sister loves you, and... I believe you love her too..." Seraphine said, looking at Qingyi.
From his handso face and protective smile to his broad, strong shoulders and everything below.
He seed like the perfect man: handso, protective, and full of love for his wives.
Was it worth it for Seraphine to give herself to him? No... did she really need to give herself to him?
Qingyi wouldn't demand that she beco his wife just to stay by her sister's side forever, right?
"I wouldn't do that," Qingyi replied, eliciting a squeal of surprise from
Seraphine.
It was as if he had just read her mind. Not that, in her current state, she was able to hide her expressions very well.
"W-what do you..." Seraphine asked hesitantly for clarification.
"I wouldn't force you to be my wife in order to stay by Elize's side forever." Qingyi replied firmly.
"If you want to give your heart, I will gladly accept it. Your
enemies will be my enemies, and I promise to protect and love you... If you don't want to give your heart, I still promise to protect and love you, for I know it would make Elize happy."
Seraphine's eyes lowered, unable to et Qingyi's piercing gaze.
The tears on her beautiful face had already dried. She placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating wildly.
She looked at her sister, whose tears had also dried, her face filled
with excitent and expectation.
This was probably the happiest day of her life.
"Do you really promise?" Seraphine asked for confirmation. Receiving a nod from Qingyi, she moved her hands to the neckline of
her dress.
She hesitated for a few long seconds, her face flushing as a strange warmth rose from her groin.
In the end, she forced herself to be determined, grabbed it tightly,
and pulled.
The unmistakable sound of fabric tearing reached Qingyi's ears, and soon, Seraphine's dress fell to the floor.
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