Altsin, despite being beaten, started to laugh. "I was never a good person anyway."

Is it something to be proud of, being a bad person?

Chelsea, irritated, glared at Altsin again, but her eyes, filled with emotional ripples, lacked any sternness.

Seeing her flushed face, a mix of embarrassment and anger, with a touch of childishness, Altsin couldn't take his eyes off her. He found her incredibly endearing and wanted nothing more than to hold her face and kiss her.

Just as he lifted his hand to touch her face, Chelsea turned away and stepped back from the bedside.

Altsin looked at his empty hand, feeling inexplicably lost.

Once Chelsea...