From the moment Claude chooses to run away from their relationship, Ivy wilts like a dodder without a plant to cling to.
She was waiting, waiting for someone to step into this deserted garden and trample her to death in the dirt.
But when the black shadow of expectation enveloped her, the visitor lowered his head and picked up her withered and weak twigs, wiped off the dust on them, and then gently wrapped them around his knuckles.
Note: The heroine doesn't love the hero that much
Free reading of the first ten chapters, wb: Genius Mage Reserve 8050 (see introduction)
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