Isn’t that Arielle? Isn’t she dead? How could she be in Chanaea?
Unless…
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Aaron’s mind and his eyes turned red.
Arielle, you are so cruel to deceive me this way!
At this point, Aaron saw red. As he stared at the photograph of Vinson and Arielle, he clenched his hands, and veins appeared on his fair-skinned arms.
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