Willow was sitting alone,he was drinking from the wine bottle directly,the night breeze blowing freely in the castle.

He let out a sigh as he took another swig of the wine. He was thinking about the events of the past few days, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

He suddenly felt someone sitting before him and he turned his face to see Lightney staring at him.

"Hey, Willow," Lightney said, her voice soft and gentle.

"Any problem?" He asked coldly

"Why are you always cold toward me?" Lightney asked

Willow scoffed and made to stand up but Lightney pulled him back

"I like you" She said...