I.....
Conner hadn't finished speaking when the hands holding the wheelchair handles suddenly burst into gray-black Fierce Flame.
In his dark green pupils, a gray-brown fog also appeared.
Looking at the gray-black flames on his hands, there was no sign of panic in Conner's eyes, only a reluctant glance at Hannah, and seated in the wheelchair, Hannah turned her head and caught sight of this scene.
The gray-black fog in Conner's dark green pupils did not scare her, nor did the gray-black flames on his hands terrify her. Her face and eyes only showed astonishment, which then turned into heartache.
"Does it... hurt?" Hannah's lips trembled, wondering how painful it must be with gray-black flames burning his hands.
Conner subconsciously put his hands behind his back and smiled, "I don't feel anything for the moment, I hope my appearance hasn't scared you. I... scent... it smells so good, I can smell the fragrance of many souls...
