His fingers clenched the wine glass in his hand, and he suppressed his inner emotions, and his voice became bitter.

"It's not that I can't accept you as you are now, and it's not that I..."

He choked, and he raised his head. The eyes of this strong paladin were filled with tears. He had never been so weak, whether in body or soul. He looked at the indifferent death knight in front of him and said softly:

"It's all irreversible, right?"

Luminas did not answer the question. She put down her wine glass, walked forward, and squatted in front of Myra. Like a mother comforting a crying child, she reached out and wiped the tears on Myra's face, and wiped his golden

Pushing her hair aside, she held the paladin's face and whispered:

"Why are you crying? You just got rid of a trouble. I have let go of my attachment to you. Live on. Live well before seeing Tyrion... This is the only thing I can give you.

Something."

"Shua"

The death knight's wrist was grabbed by the paladin, and the filled glass hit the ground. The moment the glass shattered and the cold liquid splashed out, Luminas subconsciously wanted to resist, but Myra stopped her.

.

"Don't move"

Based on the current strength comparison between the two sides, Myra is no match for the Death Knight, but Luminas obediently stopped struggling. She looked at the Paladin in front of her, who took out something from the pocket close to his heart.

It was put on her finger gently and slowly.

It was a familiar ring, not gorgeous, and full of traces of dirt and ashes. It was the ring she threw in Quel'Thalas. From that moment on, she decided to forget everything in the past.

"This is what you lost, and I found it for you."

Myra smiled and let go of Luminas's wrist, but the next moment, cold lips were pressed on his lips, just like a passionate kiss when they were alive, and the two hugged each other, as if they were about to

They were completely imprinted on each other's bodies, but when the paladin tried to hug the trembling death knight tightly, Luminas pushed her away fiercely.

She staggered out of her boudoir, as if she was afraid of something, and her posture was like running away.

Myra reached out and touched her lips, where there was still a hint of coldness and a special fragrance.

A smile spread across his face, he took a deep breath, opened his arms, lay on the warm bed, and then slowly closed his eyes.

To hell with the Alliance! To hell with Tyrion! Let me be a selfish devil...

All this can still be undone...there is still hope...
Chapter completed!