The rare gentle voice seems to have some magic power.

Amelia Wytte's mood was gradually pacified.

Her eyelids were trembling, and her eyelashes were also trembling. Although she knew that the voice was familiar, it should be Nicola Clinton's voice, she was afraid that it was just the moon in the mirror.

She dare not open my eyes all the time.

The assistant handed over a dagger, and Nicola Clinton cut off the rope that tied Amelia Wytte's wrist.

Amelia Wytte felt soft and fell into Nicola Clinton's arms.

"Open your eyes, don't be afraid, Amelia Wytte, I've come to save you. It's all right."

He never tires of repeating...