The cold shackles imprisoned his slender wrists, his rabbit-like eyes were wet, and his pink lips asked for help.
This is what it should be like——
The boy had a cold face,
"Clang——"
With the sound of the shackles being broken free, what appeared in front of him were blood-stained hands.
"Senior, are you crazy?"
The girl just fell to her knees, clutching the corners of her clothes with her hands, and cried loudly.
"Angel! I love you!"