The man's voice was soft, almost tender, as if he were trying to coax a frightened animal from its hiding place.
Perhaps his tone was too gentle, which touched Ellie's heart and made her throw herself into his arms. She couldn't hold back her emotions any longer and gripped his clothes with a fierce desperation, her fingers clenching the fabric as if it were her only lifeline. In that moment, she seemed like a lost creature seeking solace, her heart heavy with distress.
"Silas… refused to see me," Ellie whispered, her voice trembling as she pulled back slightly to meet his gaze. "I don't know what kind of method he used to restrict my magic, so now…" she said, her breath hitching as she looked away. "I am no different from an ordinary person. I really have no choice."
"Senior brother," she continued, her voice now a fragile plea, "I know this request is too much, but I really can't stand this kind of cold treatment any longer."
