Not sure which words triggered Mitchel, but he tightly gripped her neck, his deep eyes filled with anger. "Do you even know what you're saying? I only consider her as a sister and insulting her means insulting both of us!"
Even with her body covered in ice, the heart-wrenching pain refused to subside.
The places where the glass had pierced her skin throbbed, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at her body.
As Mitchel’s grip on her neck tightened, the suffocating sensation creeped back. She opened her mouth to speak, but blood spilled out instead.
As the blood covered Mitchel's hands, he immediately panicked, "What's going on? Didn't you say you were pretending to be sick?"
Livia forced a smile, her lips trembling.
However, this attitude seemed like a provocation to Mitchel.
After loosening his long, bony fingers for a while, he tightened his grip again on her chin. "What do you mean by never seeing each other again? You love me so much. How can you live without me?"
Livia tilted her head slightly, but her body was too weak to respond.