In the night, the two embraced tightly.
Time seemed to have passed for a long while.
It grew colder.
The slight intoxication Camden River felt gradually, gradually dissipated.
He released Windsor Myres, his hand with distinct joints tenderly and yearningly caressed her face.
Windsor Myres looked at him, only feeling fear.
Camden River's fingers lingered there, falling on her slender neck, as though with a slight force, he could directly break it.
Windsor Myres immediately closed her eyes.
Camden River, with a fixed expression, gazed at her intently.
Windsor Myres' lips trembled lightly.
He then heard that gentle whisper, "Either love, or die."
Camden River's finger paused, remaining on her neck.
After a while, he tightly embraced Windsor Myres again and whispered, "Already dead, Little Windsor, I am already dead."
Killed by such love, tormented to death.
Camden River only felt defeated, deeply burying his cheek in her neck, breathing softly.
