All around was quiet, as if at some moment, the room where Bologue was situated was peeled away from the earthly world, and in this small world, there was only him and these diaries in front of him, quietly narrating the past.
Familiar handwriting caught his eye, as if warm, clear water soaked through Bologue's body, every nerve relaxed, and even his taut muscles unwound.
At some point, his restless heart also calmed down for the first time in forever.
Everything fell into tranquility.
Bologue always felt that Adelle had a kind of magic power, she was so approachable and friendly, just being near her, one could feel that warmth like sunshine.
Since Adelle's passing, Bologue hadn't had such a feeling for a long time, sometimes he wondered if his stubborn pursuit of evildoers was simply for the sake of inner peace?
