'So this is the way out he was talking about?'
'Wait, can I still back out of this?!'
Sang Luo tried to pull her hand back, but the young man tightened his grip. His long, gentle fingers easily enveloped her soft, delicate hand... To any outsider, they looked like a harmonious couple—a handsome male and a beautiful female, a perfect match. But she knew just how strong this man's grip was. She couldn't even begin to break free!
'Old man, stinking Angel, kidnapper!'
She cursed Minos and the Holy Hall up and down in her mind.
On the surface, however, the two of them had to feign great affection for each other.
Sang Luo was furious, but she wasn't an idiot. If she contradicted Minos now, her life would likely be over.
'Impulse is a devil.'
But back then, she had been blind with rage. Never mind the chapel—if she could have blown up the entire Holy Hall, she would have.
