WHEN FATE DETERMINES
82. Why Can I Survive?

As if the surface of the water did not reach his hand.

Fortunately, the surface of the water also appeared in front of the eyes.

Unaware of the strangeness that had occurred, then the man appeared on the surface complete with a burst of loud breathing and especially carrying with him a silent body engulfed Leona in a tight embrace of both hands...

What Lionel knows, the strong instinct of a diving diver is what he is doing now. Not the instinct of a paralyzed man.

Exerting all-out ability so that as soon as possible can provide help for the lover, close to the lips of the pool Lionel standing floating on the surface of the water and then push Leona's body firmly out of the water, so as to, throw it on the pool floor. Forced to be rough with minimal softness.

Succeeded.

So no less quickly in one hit another rejection piled both palms flipped pool, he followed up to go up. Following up!

Then...

...he also realized it.

He was standing on his own two feet. Stand up normally.

Oh my God, hiss the man. A second was stunned but he had no time to linger commenting on the miracle.

Not much time left, the man swung a step, rushed over Leona's lying body, starting to perform artificial first aid breath for the girl. Because he had already discovered subtle and faint movements on Leona's chest and abdomen. Leona's still breathing...

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What is paradise like?

Although the paradise is a Lionel, what other paradises will also feel like this?

Soft and soft under his back.

Smelling of red roses?

Oh no, it's the perfume she's familiar with kissing.

The tip of his nose was covered in that herbal-scented oil.

The smell and warmth he could feel.

He's not dead yet. He's still alive. It has survived. He was saved by someone. He looked half angrily at his face as soon as he had opened his eyes and seen the world.

Worlds.

He's really alive.

Thank you, my Lord.

He also let out a cry first before the owner of the eyes implied that angry had sprayed scolding on him.

"Leona,"

Satisfied with crying because of the mixed feelings that controlled him, he did not want to give Lionel a voice first.

Because the woman was so sure that Lionel was now harboring a sense of anger on her.

So just messed up the words at length, the words that are triggered just like that without he planned in mind, as long as it can divert a moment of anger of the lover.

Maybe angry because Leona went quietly from his side and finally really made a swim in the pool even though it was not the case that became part of his plan.

Another possibility was angry because he had made it difficult and troublesome for the man.

Almost lost his life, it is still difficult to believe this unscrupulous thing that he can still be saved and given a chance to live... Although in the end so do not know how else or like what else to express gratitude that as if all the words on the face of the earth is not enough to represent what is felt in his heart between this endless feeling of gratitude.

"Why am I going to survive?

I know you saved me. I'm so sure of that. But why can? Why is the time right you know you came to save me? Did you wake up when I woke up and you secretly watched me in that pool from your hiding place inside?

I can't see you're there, Lionel. What if you came a little late or never came to save me, what would happen to me? Do we.. have to separate again?"