Chapter 700 Strong Perseverance

Kisa shook all over. She quickly rubbed her eyes. The streetlights were dim, so she couldn’t see clearly so far out. The figure seemed to be invisible. When Kisa rubbed her eyes to look again, the figure seemed to be gone. It was as if she had imagined that apparition just now.

She was worried and anxious. She hurriedly got up, but her legs were numb because she had been crouching for, too long. She could not stand up at all and could only lean on the glass door. She anxiously looked in the same direction as earlier. This time, she really saw it. There was indeed a figure that was walking toward her.

‘Is that Gilbert?‘ She gripped the center of her palm tightly, staring hard at the figure. Her heart tensed up, inch by inch. The figure walked very, very slowly. It had not come over to her even after a long while. Kisa stared at him for a long time but still could not see his face clearly.

She could only barely see that the person’s legs were injured. When walking, it seemed to have a limp and hobble. Kisa could not wait any longer. She quickly

walked toward the person when her numb leg got better.

The numbness still was not better, ultimately. With every step, Kisa’s legs were in pain as if being pricked by needles, so she ambled slowly. That person also strolled gradually. Hence, they were freezing in the cold wind for a long time before finally reducing the distance between

one

finally clearly saw the person’s face. It really was Gilbert. However, he was currently ridiculous, and there were blood stains on his face. He smiled at her, “Didn’t you say if I didn’t make it back to look for you before nightfall, you wouldn’t wait up

smiled lightly, “Yeah, I did say that I wouldn’t wait for

jokingly,

even more clearly. His legs were really injured. The legs of his trousers were dirty, and there were blood stains

and hobbled, yet his dominating aura was still

you stay inside the hotel to wait

slightly when speaking. Under the mask, she only had two of her eyes showing. Kisa noticed the blood on his hands, and his hands also had some dirt on them. Under close inspection, he even had his clothes wet, and mud was stuck onto his clothes

pressed down on her chest; she held onto him

still felt cold in such cold weather even though she wore her parka.

did he carry himself here

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