If a human heart has a limit to its capacity…
Then mine has already surpassed it.
Not just surpassed.
But leaped, rolled, somersaulted, and crashed into the wall of existence while screaming—
"THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY CUTE HEART TO HOLD!"
—
I'm still sitting in that chair.
Still.
With the remnants of my dignity already diced into cubes by a single spoon of destiny.
My mouth… was just fed.
BY.
Duke Tristan.
I stare ahead. Blank. Calm.
Even though inside—
A 9.8 MAGNITUDE EARTHQUAKE.
An emotional tsunami.
The eruption of the volcano of fanaticism has attacked the cute Liliane von Hohenberg.
Please, all organs—especially the heart and respiratory system—remain within the normal threshold (if you cross it, don't go too far; this is a message from my one-of-a-kind genius brain).
As a hardcore fan, I just received VIP service that I didn't order.
Didn't predict.
And…
Cannot return.
—
But.
I am Liliane.
