C184 Cardiac Death(2)

Tears finally rolled down her face. At this moment, her cheeks were covered in tears.

"You called me …" "How about it, I can trust you …"

She whispered, "I'm not going."

Her fingers gripped the bark behind her, and she whispered, "I'm not going."

She consecutively said, "I'm not going." Her expression became more and more desperate, "You actually …" To trade me back for her..