In that tone, there was a trembling he didn't even dare to admit.
Selene patted her own face.
She looked up at him with a puzzled expression: "Nonsense! Why else would I go through the trouble of bringing him back?"
Her voice regained some vitality.
"But you, you're acting really strange."
She stared at him, and her gaze suddenly became sharp.
"Didn't you always tell me about what he ate today, how long he trained? But now, whenever I ask, you just brush it off with a few words, and when I don't ask, you're as silent as a mute."
Her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, as the little doubt in her heart quickly expanded.
"You... you're not giving him a hard time, are you?"
As her voice fell, the only sound left in the corridor was the rustling of the curtains in the wind.
The air solidified.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Caleb didn't speak, pressing down so hard it was suffocating.
His lips were slightly pursed, brows slightly knitted, his gaze lowered.
