Kapitel 1220: 547 Precious Sword (Second Revision)_1

Aubree Groove gathered strength in her right hand, silently landing a blow on the man's waist.

The man grunted softly, and Aubree took the chance to break free from his embrace.

Stepping back, she nonchalantly brushed her skirt.

Her eyes held a cold yet tender look in the darkness of night.

How could a person possess such extreme contrasting gazes, as enchanting as a foggy haze, compelling in its contradictions?

Night Hawk approached her with heavy steps, "You're Callista. Your eyes cannot lie, I don't know why you won't admit it; Are you still blaming me?"

Aubree watched the cars speeding under the overpass: "A dead person, why bother? It's time to look ahead."

The man clenched his fist, repressing a touch of hostility, "I failed her. If I could have been a little faster back then..."