Chapter 63 You Still Like Him, Don't You?

• Upon hearing my question, Rex's bruised face contorted into a frown, and his red eyes turned fiery cold. "That motherfucker." He cursed in a voice filled with rage and walked towards me, anger evident on his face.
• I eyed Rex in bedazzle. When Rex left the forest, he left in one piece, with no wound on his face, unlike now.
• Although Rex's clothes looked clean, there were a few wrinkles on them, and his face was bruised as if he had just fought. And it can only be linked to a certain someone who had just sent his image to me a few minutes ago.