Perhaps Rena was intoxicated, or perhaps her inhibitions were simply lowered.

She took advantage of the moment to pour out her deepest thoughts to Waylen, desiring nothing more than to push him away.

“Waylen... I don't want to do this to myself anymore. I don't want to feel the pain anymore."

Waylen listened in a trance, his heart aching with a sudden pang.

Rena had never shared these feelings with him before.

Was that night truly unforgettable for her? To the extent that she was unwilling to engage in such intimacy now?

Rena was partially inebriated, and Waylen knew he could easily coax her into relaxation and then turn her on with his skills, leading to a night of passion.

But when Rena expressed her pain, he hesitated.

Gradually, his desire waned, overridden by a surge of tenderness.

He didn't leave Rena's side; instead, he held her gently.

Pressing his face against hers and her neck, he comforted her softly,

“It won't hurt anymore, Rena. I promise it won't hurt anymore... I'1L be careful. I'll be with you whenever you have to go to the hospital in the future, okay?"

Rena didn't respond.

In his embrace, she fell asleep, tears still staining her cheeks.

In the silence of the night, when hearts were tender, Waylen discovered that he, too, possessed a capacity for tenderness, despite considering himself cold-hearted.

Yet, Rena didn't deem it enough.

She didn't want him. She would rather sift through the wreckage to find something of value.

Waylen sneered inwardly.

Amidst the wreckage, how could she uncover a treasure?

He firmly believed that only he, Waylen, was the treasure Rena sought.

No one else could touch her without incurring misfortune.

Waylen acknowledged his overbearing nature, but he didn't care.