[There is no God in Sicily. Not even Mr. Chloe stared into Giotto's warm golden eyes and said affirmatively.
She doesn't believe in gods or ghosts. She only believes in herself.
She has a fake smile as pure and clean as the Virgin Mary, and at the same time has a dark heart as arrogant as the Seven Deadly Sins.
[If there is no suspicion in Sicily, I won't call you Sicily, sir. ] She leaned against the wall and said sarcastically, seeming to be amused by Giotto's 'purely childish' thoughts.
Giotto belongs to the light, and she belongs to the dark.
They are destined not to belong to the same world.
The curse of sin was destined to flow in her blood.
[Sicily has become like this because of your wishes, sir. Chloe glanced at Giotto, bent down and picked up Dono's cold body on the ground. "Relying on you, not only did I not let Dono's life continue, but I made her die more completely. And because of you, sir, even I have to disappear, following the wish of the Lord, Qi."
So, everything returns to the starting point.
Nothing has changed except Giotto, who has become colder.