Seeing she acted like she wanted to stay away from him forever, the dark eyes of Gim Hall got darker.
They were close to each other not long ago, but now it was like a century had past. She was standing in front him, however, inside her eyes were a milk way that was built from her coldness and distance, and he could never walk passed it.
“Go with me.” He opened his mouth. The voice was spreading out from his throat, husky and deep.
He didn’t answer the question she raised just now, but rather he reached out his hands.
The delicate eyebrows of Vichy twisted and she didn’t move, nor did she give out her hands.
The atmosphere was frozen. Now only Chuck was very satisfied. He leaned against the wall and observed what was going on between them.
“Go? Go where? Do you want to kill me again?
