Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 105: Chapter 105

Eight years ago, when Chloe had saved him, she hadn't had any tools at all. She had used her fingers to dig into the dirt on the wall, creating small indentations to grip, and then carried him on her back as she climbed up.
At that time, he had been barely conscious, unable to see clearly or hear well, but he had vaguely seen that stubborn figure trying over and over again to climb upward. Her determination to fight for life had shone like a beacon of light in the desperate situation.
Dylan remembered that when he had almost given up, she had been digging into the wall and laughing at him, saying, "I've broken several of my nails trying to save you. It hurts so much. I haven't given up, so you can't either.
"Otherwise, you'll owe me. And if you don't repay me, you'll be punished later."
His eyes had been covered in a layer of blood from the wound on his head. His already blurred vision, due to the blow to his head, had become even more indistinct. All he could see was a yellow figure struggling.
It had been raining that day, too, but he had felt the light emanating from her was so bright, even more dazzling than the sun on a sunny day.
He thought to himself, 'How could someone be so full of life? She fell so many times, got all messy, even broke her nails, but she still wouldn't give up. Why, after failing so many times, could she still hold on to hope and keep going?'
Dylan looked at her retreating figure and murmured, "Then I'll marry you, if we both make it out alive."
She said fearfully, "Why would you repay a favor like that? I'm only sixteen, and you want to marry me? Are you some kind of pervert?"
His lips twitched. "I can wait for you to grow up. I'm only two years older than you."
She replied, "That's still not okay. It's not appropriate. Even though I saved you, I don't like you. Why would I marry you? I'm going to marry someone I love in the future."
He felt disappointed, and perhaps his mood affected his health, so he began to cough up blood, his vitality quickly ebbing away.
She panicked and babbled a lot of things to him, but he could hardly hear them clearly.
He only remembered her last words. "Didn't you say you'd marry me? If you die, how can you keep that promise? I'll accept your way of repaying me. Hang on, okay? I don't want anything to happen to my future husband."
He suddenly felt more spirited, and with great difficulty, he raised his hand and extended his little finger, trembling. "Promise, no backing out."
She half-heartedly hooked her little finger with his, then continued to talk to him while she kept trying.
Dylan snapped out of his memories and looked at Chloe with suspicion instead of astonishment. Chloe's behavior now was completely different from the girl eight years ago.
The girl back then would never give up, no matter how hard it was.
Now, Chloe was pessimistic from the start and gave up after barely mustering the will to try for less than three minutes.
He knew the animal trap was heavy, but he didn't expect Chloe to struggle even to hold it. 'How did Chloe manage to carry me up such a high pit back then?' he wondered.
His gaze shifted to Olivia's back. Olivia seemed more like the girl from eight years ago.
Olivia was now very quiet, working in silence, while the girl back then had been chattering away.
But the tenacity Olivia showed, the way she was striving to find a way out, was very similar to the girl in his memory.
Dylan's vision began to blur, and Olivia's figure seemed to gradually overlap with the girl in his memory.