You’re Not at Fault

Luke took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears off Jovannie's face. In this past, he was only gentle towards his mother and sister. "Don't cry." As tears continued to fall from her eyes, Jovannie asked, "How did you know?" Usually, Luke wouldn't answer such a simple question. But when he thought of her brother, he decided to be patient with her. "Your gaze, your behavior, and the arrangements in your house... told me that you intend to commit suicide. You've prepared for death before my arrival," Luke calmly stated. The thoughts of a mortal couldn't hide from him. After all, he was good at perceiving a person's psychological state. Although he wasn't as talented as Valeria, he could still catch on to a person's mentality. Jovannie smiled bitterly. "Since you've learned the truth, I hope that you can respect my choices. My life has nothing to do with you." "Though your life used to mean nothing to me, I'm responsible for it right now," Luke replied. "What responsibility do you have?