This question naturally reminded Harry Hall of that day when he watched helplessly as Gabriel Stevenson's fruit knife stabbed into her heart. She lay in his arms, almost lost forever, and his heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade, his face turning pale with pain.
Helen Melendy didn't know the situation. Seeing his expression suddenly become so ghastly, she casually asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"
Hearing this distant address, and Helen Melendy's eyes full of concern yet devoid of any affection, his heart was again pained.
He pulled out a faint white smile and shook his head, "Nothing."
Elly Campbell knew Harry Hall was recalling the events of that day. At this moment, she couldn't control her heartbeat as it accelerated, the scene vividly intruding her mind.
Her eyes were filled with that unsettling sight of blood.
