Corbin Crowley's hand suddenly shook violently, and the bone knife clattered to the ground.
Blood dripped from his slit fingertips, blooming into dazzling red plum blossoms on the ice.
In that moment, it was as if all the strength had been drained from him, and all the rage within him had vanished without a trace.
Suddenly, everything seemed meaningless.
His silver lashes lowered, casting a deep shadow across his face.
He let out a soft, hoarse laugh, his voice tattered and broken, "Yeah… I really am crazy."
Luna's fingers unconsciously tightened, and she saw his usually proud silver eyes now brimming with tears.
There seemed to be a sense of powerless disappointment, too.
For some reason, her heart suddenly grew anxious, and she couldn't help but begin to reflect if she'd gone too far.
