“Come with me," Jaylen urged, taking hold of her hand.

Camila stood speechless, her hand gripping the railing for support. Jaylen turned to face her, his gaze fixed on her eyes and forehead "Camila?"

He couldn't help but voice his thoughts, his words slipping out instinctively.

Startled, Camila flinched, desperately attempting to evade his gaze. However, her panicked eyes remained caught by Jaylen's penetrating stare.

She was gripped by a sense of panic and fear, leaving him puzzled.

Why was she panicking? What was she afraid of?

“Who the hell are you?" Jaylen removed her mask, his eyes fixated on the scars that marred her neck and face.

The sight of those scars stirred something within him.

Had she been burned?

And Camila was a victim of an explosion.

She was rendered unrecognizable by the devastation.

“You are..."

Jaylen couldn't bring himself to admit it, but a deep shock washed over him.

Both of them had endured the searing pain of burns. Jaylen's voice trembled as he questioned tentatively, “Are you still alive?"

Lowering her head, Camila replied, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

She struggled fiercely in an attempt to break free.

However, Jaylen's grip on her tightened.

She couldn't escape.

"You looked terrified a minute ago. Why the fear?" A flicker of suspicion crossed Jaylen's eyes as he pressed on, his gaze intense.

“You were frightened just now. If you have nothing to hide, why the fear?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please release me," Camila pleaded, her flustered state apparent.

The more she tried to conceal, the more likely she was to be exposed.

Fixing his penetrating gaze on her, he inquired, “Are you truly alive? You've faked your death! Isn't that right?!"

Reluctantly, Camila raised her head and asked, "What do you want?"

With red eyes, Jaylen held her firmly in his arms and exclaimed, you! You're truly not dead."