Reborn Through Fire

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

only one

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

did say that I wouldn’t wait for you, but I had to

jokingly, then

clearly. His legs were really injured. The legs of his trousers were dirty, and there were

yet his dominating aura was still present

let you stay inside the hotel to wait for me?

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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,

fake his death in front of the assassins?‘ The question pressed down on her chest; she held onto him and

he even had his sleeves wet. Kisa still felt cold in such cold weather even

himself here in this