Amelia Wright blankly looked up at Robert Reed.
Was she not repulsed?
Someone like her, filled with darkness and loathing herself, had exposed herself completely through this painting, yet she wasn't repulsed.
Amelia Wright felt a little lost.
She was already sickly, her complexion too pale, looked like a half-dead ghost to others.
Robert Reed saw her like this, and surprisingly sensed a touch of death in her, suddenly saying seriously: "Amelia, don't die."
Amelia's heart trembled, she bit her lip and didn't speak.
She had long been dead, now merely a shell, living like the walking dead, only to seek revenge.
Amelia felt as if someone had seen through her little secret, as if someone had seen the ugly, filthy blood beneath the beautiful exterior — instinctually, she wanted to escape.
But Robert Reed grabbed her arm, preventing her escape, the old man repeated emphatically: "You must promise me, you cannot die."
