"And you?" Janelle turned her gaze, blinking her pretty eyes, also curiously asking, "What were you thinking at your most fearful moment?"

Were you thinking about work?

Thinking about his father? Or sister?

Trevor leaned back into the chair, his gaze drawn towards the clouds shattered by sunlight on the horizon, at that moment he seemed to feel a divine light glowing, that cloud was truly stunning.

He slightly parted his thin lips, "Actually, my heart was quite calm, because I always believe that life and death are fate, but." He turned his gaze, resolutely saying, "I don’t want to take you with me."

"..." She met his gaze, able to sense his voice was somewhat heavy, yet clear, with a touch of complexity in his eyes.

He spoke to her sincerely, "If I hadn’t called you, you wouldn’t be in a desperate situation, would you?"

"The sun is out; where is there a desperate situation?" Janelle Mills smiled warmly, as if comforting him, "You, don’t feel guilty, dying with you is not lonely at all!"

Seeing her smile, he was also happy, hearing her words, he was even happier.

"Trevor, do you fear death?"

"Yes." He answered without thinking, "I believe everyone in this world fears death, except for those suffering from depression at moments of extreme pain."

It’s great he didn’t mention her confession; let him think she was just impulsive~!

He is so mature and steady, probably wouldn’t mind it, perhaps he hasn’t taken it to heart.

Rumble, the sound of helicopters hovering came, attracting the two’s focus, Simon’s rescue team arrived.

An ancient town separated by a mountain.

Ian Shelby and Jocelyn Morgan looked toward the stairs and arrived at the moss-covered, verdant ancient bridge. The bridge was long, resembling the Great Wall construction, with stone railings barely reaching the waist, standing on the stone bridge one can overlook the entire ancient town’s beauty.

The alleys, the winding river, the ancient towers full of historic charm, and the rows of stilted buildings along the riverside.

"I’m going to the restroom, will you wait for me?" Ian Shelby asked the girl beside him.

"Sure!"

Ian Shelby walked towards the public restroom not far away, gentle as jade, his character is also good, seemingly without much temper, he’s pretty nice to the people around him.

A minute later, as his figure disappeared, Vera Ford stepped onto the last stair step, like a ghost, silently standing behind Jocelyn Morgan.

Vera Ford had straight long hair, and her empty eyes carried a hint of cold fierceness, staring coldly at the back of Jocelyn Morgan’s head.

Jocelyn Morgan obviously hadn’t noticed the danger approaching her, she was busy taking photos of the stilted buildings across the river!

Vera Ford used all her strength, wrapped her arms around Jocelyn Morgan’s waist, and before Morgan could react, Vera Ford pushed her down!

"Ah----!" A terrified scream came, followed by the thudding sound of falling into water!

When Ian Shelby heard the sound and came out, on the empty, winding path, he did not see Jocelyn Morgan’s figure, but the scream just now sounded like her voice.

"Jocelyn?! Jocelyn!"

Ian Shelby ran forward, eyes searching all around, and calling out her name!

As he ran, he also used his phone to call her, only to find it was turned off.

"Jocelyn! Jocelyn where are you?" Ian Shelby panicked, vaguely sensing something bad because she was fully charged when she went out, it’s impossible she turned off manually, and unlikely to shut down automatically.

"Jocelyn!!"

Ian Shelby propped his hands on the railing to look towards the river surface, which was very calm, not far away there’s also a fishing boat, resembling a beautiful ink painting.

"Jocelyn Morgan! Where are you?" He turned around and went down the steps, thinking, could she have left on purpose? To surprise him? Or... play a little joke?

Twenty minutes later—

The helicopter delivered Trevor and Janelle Mills to the ancient town’s entrance. Approaching this gate, crossing this bridge, vehicles couldn’t pass inside.

Trevor glanced at her, "Shall we go?" He helped carry her suitcase, having pre-booked an inn and just contacted the innkeeper to pick them up.

"Hello, Mr. Trevor, Ms. Mills, it’s you two, right?"

"Yes."

"Please come with me, let me take the suitcase." The innkeeper seemed like an artist, a big man with long hair tied in a low ponytail, yet not effeminate at all.

After passing the gate, crossing the ancient bridge, they saw several police cars parked inside, with many police officers interviewing pedestrians, taking notes.

"Did something happen?" Trevor asked.

"A girl vanished into thin air in broad daylight." The innkeeper advised, "You should also be careful, girls shouldn’t move around alone."