Alex rested his head on Emily's shoulder, inhaling the scent of her freshly washed hair.
"I heard some news," he murmured.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice still light.
"Ethan was hospitalized."
Her expression shifted instantly, her brows furrowing. "Really, Alex? You had to ruin the moment by bringing that loser up?"
He chuckled. "That's a bit harsh. He was your boyfriend, after all."
"Don't remind me. I still don't understand why you even told me to approach him in the first place. He had nothing and worst of all he awakened as a low-rank hero. What was the point of me acting like I cared?"
Alex went silent for a long moment, eyes distant.
"Guess I just wanted to see the loser suffer," he said eventually, his tone more casual than sincere.
Emily frowned. She had heard this excuse before, but it never sat right with her.
