�If you want����.�

Yoga brought Lukang�s hand to her chest, but his hand couldn�t bear to touch her body.

�What, what are you doing?�Aren�t you sorry for her husband?�

Lukang hurriedly parted his lips and looked at Yoga�s face with a dazed expression.

My mind went blank when I saw her shed tears with a face that contained all the sorrow in the world.

�I�m really sorry.�

Yoga is such a good person.

�Invincible.�

Edgar looked down at Yolga�s back with a feeling of wonder.

If Miro has a dehumanized determination to achieve a goal, Yoga has a grotesquely abnormal benevolence.

�It�s also the reason we gave our lives to Yolgha.�

That�s why they were willing to come into the upper floors of Istas.

Lukang�s face, which had been staring blankly at Yolgah, turned into a tear-stained face.

�crime����.�

A voice that had reached death leaked out.

�sorry.�I am really sorry.�

Yoga doesn�t count emotions.

�are you okay.�It�s all my fault.�Resent me.�

That�s why you can embrace all ugliness.

�Absolute sincerity.�Can a human without the slightest pretense really exist?�

It was a woman named Yoga.

Lu Kang breathed his last breath as he continued to apologise.

It was a beautiful sight at first glance, but his colleagues knew the taste of his tears.

Neither tears of repentance, nor repentance for spitting on Yolgah.

�If evil terrifies people beyond human courage, then extreme goodness is also fear.�

Lu Kang was fed up with the fear conveyed by the apparently pure Zen.

�Yolga, here.�

Mustang, her friend and colleague, handed her a perfumed handkerchief.

�thank you.�

After wiping the spittle from her face, Yoga put on her hood halfway down and stood up. JrNovels.com