Felipe and Cathy locked eyes. After a long while, Cathy returned to her senses and broke free from Felipe's hand.

“What on earth do you want to say?” Cathy asked, seemingly impatiently. “If you’re still not going to speak, I’ll leave, seriously.”

Seeing the decisiveness in Cathy's eyes, Felipe dared not waste any more time.

Carefully, he took out an object from his pocket, then stretched out his hand toward Cathy.

Cathy looked down. The sight of the red string in Felipe's palm stupefied her.