He looked down on you, your own husband looked down on you. Your blood on his hands, the sight of him taking your own life.. Lying on the snowy ground, snow falling down all around you.

Weren't both of you having a wonderful life at home? Why did he have to take your life in his hands?

Childe: “ Oh dear, does it hurt? Hah. Sooo sorry~ ”

His eyes showed mischievous and manipulation.

“ Sorry to break you the truth but I was just using you for the Tsaritsa. ”

Just 3 years of a loving couple just gone in a second. You couldn't bear the thought of him doing all that for the Tsaritsa..

“ .. Do you have any last words? ”