"I thought... you didn't know about that day. Since you've known all along, why do you still treat me this way?" Illusion Fox shouted loudly, her mouth almost pressed against Nightmare's face. The door of the sickroom was closed, and it was a soundproof room; even if she shouted louder, no one outside would hear.
"Illusion Fox, from the day I left the Tomb Spirit Organization, you and I have already become two parallel lines. I tried hard to persuade you, but you insisted on continuing. If this goes on, you'll truly fall into a demon." A determined flicker passed through Nightmare's eyes, and he said lightly, "Turn back."
"Ha ha, turn back, turn... back, it's really laughable." Illusion Fox laughed, her laugh was hysterically mad. She stretched out her right hand, spread her fingers, and placed it in front of Nightmare's face. "Did you know, the night before last, several soldiers died at my hands, and I still smell their blood on me. Do you think they will let me go?"
