Chapter 360

Davina has no hope or glory in her eyes. Her body seems to be no longer her own, and gradually changes from the inside. Davina knows better than anyone that she will die, and her body is getting out of control. She knows clearly.

Marcel hugged her tightly. He seemed to want to get confidence from the little witch and their confidence to spend the disaster together. "Honey, I swear, we will find a way. Now, I just want to ensure your safety!"

Thunder, thunderbolt, heavy rain, sharp lightning, it was a reminder.

Marcel promised Davina again and again. Finally, bit by bit, she pried open her desperate heart. She had no relatives or friends. Davina had never thought that her simple life would leave only one Marcel in the end.

However, Marcel did not give up her. He chose to betray Klaus, abandon his rights, give up his home and save her regardless of everything. Davina knew that no one could do it.

Marcel did it for her. No matter what happened in front of her, she was going to die. There was someone who cared about her so much before she died. It was good to say that people would die. Davina didn't want to worry about it anymore.

After all, Marcel and she may face Klaus's pursuit at any time. It's rare to have the last time. Do they still have to use it to resent each other, quarrel and curse?

No, Davina doesn't want that!

"... marcel, I'm so scared. I don't know what's wrong with myself?" Davina was pressed in the familiar arms. She began to tremble. A pair of young hands tightly grasped the only straw. She knew that now she had nothing, and she would soon die.

"You're not alone. We'll solve all this." Marcel looked at her with heartache. Davina wouldn't be like this because of his selfishness. Yes, he should be responsible!

"Really? Marcel, you won't let them hurt me? " Davina looked at Marcel and seemed to tremble a little incredulously.

"No, no one can hurt you!" Marcel hugged Davina tightly, and his tears burst again. The hot and humid water fell on Davina's neck bit by bit and slowly slipped down.

Davina's hands curled up. It seemed that she could slowly get some little warmth from these small movements. At least Davina smiled before she died, and others would cry for her and break her heart.