Hans took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and stroked her hair, which she had always worn short, but at that moment it was long, falling like a curtain down her shoulders.
“I don't care if you kill me, but let me talk to her one last time. I want to tell her how much I love her before I die."
When Hans said that, the flames in Cira's hand disappeared, and a tear rolled down her cheek, and her beautiful blue eyes, which until then had seemed dead, regained that beautiful light that had made Hans fall in love. She gently tapped his chest, causing him no harm, and said, “i***t, you're a complete i***t, I don't want you to die, and even less by my hand."
Hans wiped away the tears that wouldn't stop rolling like small crystals down his cheek and with a gentle smil
