Suburb of Kyoto.
When Little Ding came over to meet Terry Linton, he happened to catch a crucial scene—
Just see.
In the distance, Edbert Walker was with Nella Crassus, sitting at the edge of a cliff with considerable altitude.
Wisps of thin smoke rose from behind them.
Ethereal and dreamy.
The mountain wind blew through Nella Crassus's long hair, covering half her face. She didn't bother to smooth it out with her hand, instead casually saying, "Why did you bring me here? Just to feel the wind of the mountain?"
"Nella, let me ask you, do you love me?" Edbert Walker's sapphire eyes stared at her gloomily.
Nella Crassus didn't even glance, feeling fearless inside, "What if I love you, what if I don't?"
"If you love me, I'll love you well. If you don't, I can only—" Edbert Walker clenched his fist, veins bulging on his forehead.
"You don't love me, you're going to kill me?" Nella Crassus sensed his dangerous aura and said without fear, "It shouldn't be for that reason, right?"
