"I'm so happy that you made it through," she murmured. In her daze, a hand suddenly shot up, holding her hand away from his face. He brought her hand to his chest, his wide palm covering hers.
"Olivia?" Little White weakly called out, his heavy eyelids slowly fluttering open. A look of relief flickered across his face—they had made it out alive. But… something was wrong. This girl had white hair and golden eyes. Olivia's eyes are green, and her hair is black.
Eritrea stiffened. It had been a long time since someone had looked at her like that—with care… and with suspicion. Her fingers twitched, but she didn't pull away.
He blinked a couple of times, trying to see her face clearly. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him. His brows furrowed as he gazed at the girl who seemed frozen and looked like Olivia—but was not.
"Who are you?" His hand tightened around her wrist. His gaze darkened, an evil glint unknowingly flickering across his eyes.
