Ethan Smith's face twisted in anguish, his pupils shrank, and cold sweat streamed from his forehead.
"Ethan..." Emily Taylor whispered softly.
Looking at Ethan's appearance, Emily's heart ached in waves.
How much effort had this man put forth, not even able to find peace even in a coma...
"What are you calling for?!" A person walked over beside them.
"Yet you mustn't fail? You're already a prisoner now."
Ethan looked around, and the expression on his face gradually softened.
"Ethan... Are you okay?" Emily's weak voice reached Ethan's ears.
Ethan quickly got up, grabbed the bars of the prison, and looked at Emily.
"Emily..." Ethan opened his mouth.
Emily's tears flowed like a bursting dam, streaming down non-stop.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Emily cried while shaking her head.
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have had to suffer like this. I don't want you to be a hero among men, I just want you to be safe and sound..."