Chapter 375 Do I Have To Die In Your Hands?

• Headache, headache, it's all because of overthinking and not getting what you want.
• This sentence is toxic, always lingering in Chelsea Jones's ears, entwining her heart deeply, leaving her puzzled. As she looked at him, he was writhing in agony, his facial features contorted in pain, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, his breathing rapid and heavy, and his lips dry and red.
• She gently touched his face with her fingertips, feeling the burning heat. He seemed to find solace in her touch, unconsciously leaning towards her.