Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 679 I Thought You Had Been Killed

She held her breath, stared at the darkness in front of her, and could not hold back her cry. She was trembling, her inner fear devouring her little by little like this endless darkness.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the darkness. It was the sound of a switch being turned on, and with that soft click, the room lit up. Gilbert rubbed his eyes and frowned at her. “What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

Kisa was transfixed, looking at him and forgetting all her movements. She was dumbfounded, tears still on her face, and she looked a bit wretched.

Gilbert looked baffled. He was clearly half–awake, his hair disheveled, his eyes groggy, and the thermal underwear on his body wrinkled.

“I was dreaming, and I heard someone crying. I listened carefully, and it sounded like you. Then I woke up and found that you were really crying.” Seeing that she stood transfixed in the doorway without responding, he could not help but smile. “Why are you crying?”

throat, she said, “So you are not dead. I thought you had been killed.”

“Can’t you say anything

wanted to say

room, the two killers had already left. Everything in the room was as usual as if the two killers were just a figment of Kisa’s imagination. But the hole in the bedding pierced by a knife was a clear sign the killers were not a figment of Kisa’s imagination or her nightmare. He rubbed the hole in the mattress with trepidation, realizing that he had slept too well and been careless tonight. ‘If Kids had slept as soundly as I did, she would have been killed.‘ The more he thought

large enough for an adult to climb in. He looked out the window. There was a platform below the window for the air conditioning unit, with one on every floor. But because there were ordinary rooms below the eighth floor and only one suite on the eighth floor, the layouts were different. So the platform below the window on the eighth floor was not directly above the one on the seventh floor. The killers should have climbed onto the eighth floor from the

bathroom’s doorway, face pale, obviously still in

Gilbert was chagrined. There was no platform outside the window of his room, and it was difficult for the killers to climb into it.

would have been dead,” Kisa said, relieved that

was dead, she would have been helpless.