Her heartbeat unexpectedly accelerated, pounding as if it might burst open her heart membrane. Enna Clark instinctively opened her mouth, reached out to grab him, but her arm was powerless, as if nailed in place, unable to move. She watched helplessly as the rope above showed signs of snapping, seeing the man holding her lift his head to glance at the rope above, as if he had made a decision. He glanced at her—
It was just that one glance.
Enna's heartbeat was almost bursting out of her chest, as if her chest was being scorched by blazing fire, the burning unbearable, leaving her unable to breathe.
No!
Don't!
She desperately opened her mouth, screaming in her heart, but no matter how anxious, how much she wanted to call out to him, her throat couldn't produce a single sound...
The scorching sensation in her heart reached its peak—
Enna's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
