Faced with Ah Ya's honesty, Anthony's expression remained calm, without a ripple.
"You think I don't know?"
"Since you know, why are you still protecting me like this?"
"Do I need to say it again? I won't let you die! At worst, I'll risk my life!"
Anthony's eyes turned crimson as he suddenly stood up.
"Don't move around, you are still injured..."
"Listen, Ah Ya, if he comes later, I'll confront him first and stall him. You must leave immediately. Tonight, take a plane to the United States and run as far as possible, never let him catch you again."
"No, I won't leave, even if it means dying, I want to be with you!"
Ah Ya embraced Anthony, tears suddenly streaming down her face.
She endured humiliation in the dark, feigning insanity, just for the chance to meet him this day.
However, the meeting was so brief.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, extinguishing the candle, and the door was kicked open, a pitch-black figure stood in the middle of the room.
