Jorge Saxton's gaze rested on Ariel Morris's pale face, and he replied coldly, "If my wound hurt even a little, I would have let you go long ago! Don't get the wrong idea! I'm no hero! Especially since your surname is Morris!"
If it hurt even a little, he would let her go -- but his hands were already bleeding; didn't it hurt?
Ariel Morris pressed her lips together and looked at Jorge Saxton, "You are a good person."
Jorge Saxton's body stiffened for a moment, meeting Ariel Morris's clear and pure eyes, his thin lips pressed tightly, his gaze profound.
The daughter of his enemy called him a good person, his heart was truly conflicted...
Jorge Saxton painstakingly pulled Ariel Morris upward bit by bit, beads of sweat increasingly dotting his forehead, just as he was about to collapse from exhaustion, the sound of several urgent brakes reached his ears.
