The displayed time was 08:47.
Less than ten minutes remained.
Mo Shiche's eyes darkened, and he immediately hooked Luo Qiangwei's waist, leading her to the railing without letting her see the explosives.
He picked up a safety rope lying nearby, tied it around her waist, and spoke in a calm, low voice, "There's a lifeboat below. You go down first, I'll follow."
Luo Qiangwei clung to his arm, afraid he might collapse at any moment, "Let's go together..."
"This rope can't hold the weight of two people. Be good, hurry," Mo Shiche lifted her up to sit on the railing, "Slide down slowly. I'll be holding the rope up here. You'll be fine."
Luo Qiangwei nodded, her eyes wide open, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come down."
Mo Shiche hummed in affirmation, "Alright."
In his mind, there suddenly flashed the image of the day she came to the villa alone, wearing a shabby wedding dress, as if she had traversed thousands of miles just to be by his side.
