“What’s it doing in your hands?” Ashley glared daggers at him.

Darius raised an eyebrow. Ashley’s reaction surprised him because even in Ashweir City, not many people knew about this card—those who did were all influential and wealthy. Now, however, not only did Ashley know about it, but she also had an interesting look in her eyes.

Sure enough, she hurried toward him, showing off her long, straight legs with every step she took. Darius stared at them, and she looked pleased. Her good mood didn’t last for long—Darius said, “I don’t think it’s a good thing for you to walk like that. Your legs aren’t as nice as you think, and when you keep straightening them like that, they resemble two huge radishes. Can you imagine how scary it’d be to see two radishes walking toward you?” He spread his hands, looking at her helplessly.

Ashley’s eyes widened at him and started to tear up. She’d never wanted to cry this badly because no one had ever said such hurtful things to her before. His words wer