A City suburb.
When Little Ding came to meet Terry Linton, he was just in time for a crucial moment—
There it was.
In the distance, Edbert Walker sat at the edge of a high cliff with Nella Crassus.
Wisps of thin smoke rose behind them.
Misty, and elusive.
The mountain wind blew Nella Crassus's long hair, covering half her face; she didn't bother to straighten it, instead saying nonchalantly, "Why did you bring me here? Just to feel the mountain breeze?"
"Nella, I ask you, do you love me?" Edbert Walker's sapphire eyes stared at her gloomily.
Nella Crassus didn't look at him, nor was she afraid, "Does it matter if I love you or not?"
"If you love me, I'll love you well, if you don't, I can only—" Edbert Walker clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead.
"If I don't love you, will you kill me?" Nella sensed his dangerous aura, fearlessly saying, "That's not the reason, is it?"
"What do you want to say?" Edbert Walker pretended not to understand.
