He understood completely.
Mary's grip was much stronger than he had imagined.
"Look."
To demonstrate the truth of her words, Mary gently crushed a piece of stone into powder in front of Ethan. The scene was full of visual contradiction and artistry, as impressive as Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow.
Mary emphasized once again, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not an ill-tempered and violent girl."
However, in Ethan's ears, her words had another meaning. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time she had been "misunderstood" like this.
"I believe you."
Ethan responded with difficulty, feeling that his foot must be swollen.
"That's good then."
Mary snapped her fingers and began to arrange the relics in front of Ethan, with juice, fruit baskets, sweets resembling cakes in pink, thoughtfully accompanied by honey and jam. She used life energy to facilitate the growth and change of vegetation, and before long, a brand-new wooden table appeared before them.
