He thought, if she is alive, he'd do anything to take her away; if she died, he'd die with her.
In any case, in this lifetime, Lu Rongrong could only belong to Lu Qiao, whether in life or death.
Now seeing her safe and sound, Lu Qiao's heart, which was tightly clenched and nearly suffocating, finally eased for a moment. But seeing Arno holding her so tenderly, with such deep affection and endless worry, the suppressed anger in Lu Qiao erupted instantly, kicking and thrashing in the air.
"Arno, let go of her, let go of her! I will kill you, kill you!"
Lu Rongrong saw that Lu Qiao's wrist was already rubbed raw, with even the pale bones exposed. Her heart ached as she pushed away from Arno's body and rushed to the edge of the pool, wanting to find the switch to release him.
Arno quickly pulled her back and held her shoulders: "Rongrong, you can't go over there. The liquid in the pool is all strong sulfuric acid, just a touch will make your skin and flesh fall open."
