The berry Daisy so carefully brought to his lips—based on the character persona he had crafted for himself, there was no way he would ever refuse such an unexpected "gift." If anything, he would eagerly open his mouth without a moment's hesitation, like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
And in reality, Silvanus did exactly that.
He opened his mouth wide, his eyes fixed on Daisy with nothing but anticipation and excitement, devoid of even the slightest trace of calculation. One could almost see the tears shimmering in those eyes, tears born of overwhelming happiness.
From the moment Daisy tilted her head and that strange rusted creaking sound came from her, they did not face each other for long, yet Silvanus felt as though his throat had already gone dry.
His mind often produced bizarre thoughts, and at this very moment, his attention began to drift once again.
What if Daisy's sharp nails really pierced his throat?
