"You..."
"I also know that her heart is an artificial one, right?"
"You... you..."
Forsythia Brown raised her hand, pointing at Harlan Palmer, and stutteringly asked, "You... you wouldn't happen to be that Neil, would you?"
As expected!
As expected!
The eyes of Harlan Palmer turned bloodshot, his voice almost a lament rising from his lungs: "Yes, I am that Neil. The Neil who took her heart."
For the rest of the journey, Harlan Palmer held Liz in his arms.
Beauty Child wasn't stupid; she understood something.
Yet, the man who clung to her like annoying plaster, the one whom she couldn't kick away no matter how hard she tried, was now treating another woman like a treasured gem. Naturally, this stirred an unusual feeling in her heart.
After almost an hour's walk, with at most half an hour's distance left to the boundary of the uninhabited region, Beauty Child, considering Liz's rising temperature, ordered everyone to stand by where they were.
