Red threads like snakes slithered through the water, casting faint ripples against the arm of that body.
Seeing no reaction from that form, the purplish-red beauty could not help frowning. She hooked the other's wrist with the red thread in her hand and pulled her bit by bit from the center of the lake.
"What a surprise, to think it would end this way..." Looking at Firefly, who lay on the grass like a sleeping beauty, Kafka clearly realized something and let out a heavy sigh.
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