At that moment, watching Violet Don like a startled bird, Noah Bates felt as if his heart was being slashed with knives.
He didn't know why he felt this way, just that seeing her in pain made him suffer too...
Violet Don hugged herself, curled up, futilely protesting, "I didn't... I didn't kill anyone..."
Five years ago, who was it that had pushed her into the vortex in the unseen world?!
Noah Bates approached and softly soothed her, "Violet, it was me."
Violet Don lifted her head, her eyes vacant as she looked at Noah Bates, "It was you."
That gaze chilled Noah's heart to its core, the two locked eyes, and Violet saw her own tiny reflection in the depths of Noah's eyes.
She said, "Noah... you could leave me behind, yet I couldn't do the same; what a pity."
What a pity.
She said, "Noah, stop tormenting me."
Noah Bates's body trembled; he wanted to hold Violet, but... he didn't have the courage.
He couldn't bring himself to touch the woman whose body was covered in wounds.