Chapter 220

Maybe at the last moment before the horse rode off the cliff, Aurora would jump off the horse in order to stay alive. But Damon also knew that situation, too, was life-threatening. The fear in his heart bubbled up like a tidal wave. In the end, it seemed like an uncontrolled flood, madly and wantonly destroying his will and sanity. Damon finally rushed to the edge of the cliff in one breath. Just as his heart was hanging by a thread and it was like dagger was across his neck, today would determine whether he would cross the threshold of life and death. He saw Aurora’s back. She was standing there properly. The horse, held by a man in a suit, had quieted down. And next to them was a stone table and a couple of wicker chairs. An extremely familiar figure was sitting on top of a rattan chair. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Although she was already close to fifty years old, her skin is tight, and you couldn’t see a single wrinkle on your face, she actually looked like she was in he