Vichy felt a coolness that she had never felt before.
There was also a sense of powerlessness that she could not bear.
No matter what she said, Gim Hall would not believe it, nor would he give her any chance to explain it.
In his mind, she was the pronoun of viciousness, sinister, selfish and fierce.
In his mind, she, or her children had no need to exist.
Vichy laughed at herself and suddenly thought that if she had just committed suicide, she would have been relieved.
On her hand came a touch of scorching temperature.
She was stunned for a moment before she realized that it was Gim Hall who grabbed her.
But his hand, like charcoal, was so hot that she almost pulled her hand out.
"You have a fever?!" At a close distance, she really saw Gim Hall's weakness. His dark eyes, though co
