Chapter 87.2
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Chapter 87.2
Parting
Translated by Ada
Edited by Ada
After waiting for a few moments, the effect of the medicine should be onset, and only then did she get up from the bed. She quickly packed some clothes, took a few pieces of animal skin cloak and some air-dried animal meat tied with animal straps, and rushed out with the package without looking back. She did not dare to look at Chelsea, and she was afraid that if she looked at him again, she would not be able to leave him and stay behind, regardless of anything.
When Moussa got out of the doorway, she ran all the way in no direction. Anyway, she had no relatives here, so it was the same wherever she went as long as she left him. The thought of Chelsea made Moussa’s tears flow out uncontrollably.
Moussa had just run to about the village entrance when she heard someone yell behind her, “Who is it? Stop!”
Moussa was startled. Subconsciously, she stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at the source of the voice.
“Huh, Moussa, it’s you?” Moussa could not see the person coming, and she only saw a figure leaning over quickly by the moonlight. However, the voice was very familiar to her, and it was Ryan. For some reason, she was relieved. Fortunately, it was not someone else.
“Where are you going? Why are you holding a bag?” Ryan walked quickly to see her and saw what she was holding. He frowned a little incredulously and asked.
“I …” Moussa was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer. Then she bit her lower lip and lowered her head in silence.
“Did Chelsea bully you?” Seeing her face with tears, Ryan looked aggrieved. He was heartbroken and agitated as he grabbed her shoulders to shake her lightly and asked.
“No, I don’t want to drag him down. So I want to sneak out of the village and leave him. Ryan, can you help me?” Moussa got a little bit of pain from his grip, and she gathered the courage and looked up at him directly and told him everything.
The elders kept pressuring Chelsea because Moussa hadn’t been pregnant. Something he knew, but he didn’t expect them to move so fast and find Moussa.
He didn’t know what they said to Moussa to make her leave Chelsea, and he guessed that Chelsea was definitely not aware of this. If he knew about it, he would never let Moussa go, even at the risk of the White Lion becoming extinct.
He knew he should stop Moussa now and not let her go out of the village or find Chelsea. Let them talk about it, maybe things could be solved, and so on.
But he had a selfish voice in his heart shouting loudly to let her leave. Let her go, let her leave Chelsea. Maybe… maybe, so he would have a chance, and a chance to take her for himself.
Ryan struggled and eventually nodded slowly in Moussa’s expectant eyes.
When Moussa saw that he agreed, she almost cried with joy. Grabbing his arm, she sobbed, “Ryan, thank you, thank you. You are always helping me, and I really don’t know … how to thank you.”
Before Mousa could finish, Ryan reached out and covered her mouth to stop her from continuing. What he wanted was never her thanks. If she wasn’t willing to give what he wanted, then he didn’t want anything.
Ryan looked at Moussa thoughtfully. Sighing, he bent down and picked her up by the waist and quickly scurried off to the village.
Moussa held on to Ryan’s arm. Closing her eyes in nervousness, the wind whistling in her ears told her that they were speeding forward.
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Chapter 87.2
Parting
Translated by Ada
Edited by Ada
After waiting for a few moments, the effect of the medicine should be onset, and only then did she get up from the bed. She quickly packed some clothes, took a few pieces of animal skin cloak and some air-dried animal meat tied with animal straps, and rushed out with the package without looking back. She did not dare to look at Chelsea, and she was afraid that if she looked at him again, she would not be able to leave him and stay behind, regardless of anything.
When Moussa got out of the doorway, she ran all the way in no direction. Anyway, she had no relatives here, so it was the same wherever she went as long as she left him. The thought of Chelsea made Moussa’s tears flow out uncontrollably.
Moussa had just run to about the village entrance when she heard someone yell behind her, “Who is it? Stop!”
Moussa was startled. Subconsciously, she stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at the source of the voice.
“Huh, Moussa, it’s you?” Moussa could not see the person coming, and she only saw a figure leaning over quickly by the moonlight. However, the voice was very familiar to her, and it was Ryan. For some reason, she was relieved. Fortunately, it was not someone else.
“Where are you going? Why are you holding a bag?” Ryan walked quickly to see her and saw what she was holding. He frowned a little incredulously and asked.
“I …” Moussa was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer. Then she bit her lower lip and lowered her head in silence.
“Did Chelsea bully you?” Seeing her face with tears, Ryan looked aggrieved. He was heartbroken and agitated as he grabbed her shoulders to shake her lightly and asked.
“No, I don’t want to drag him down. So I want to sneak out of the village and leave him. Ryan, can you help me?” Moussa got a little bit of pain from his grip, and she gathered the courage and looked up at him directly and told him everything.
The elders kept pressuring Chelsea because Moussa hadn’t been pregnant. Something he knew, but he didn’t expect them to move so fast and find Moussa.
He didn’t know what they said to Moussa to make her leave Chelsea, and he guessed that Chelsea was definitely not aware of this. If he knew about it, he would never let Moussa go, even at the risk of the White Lion becoming extinct.
He knew he should stop Moussa now and not let her go out of the village or find Chelsea. Let them talk about it, maybe things could be solved, and so on.
But he had a selfish voice in his heart shouting loudly to let her leave. Let her go, let her leave Chelsea. Maybe… maybe, so he would have a chance, and a chance to take her for himself.
Ryan struggled and eventually nodded slowly in Moussa’s expectant eyes.
When Moussa saw that he agreed, she almost cried with joy. Grabbing his arm, she sobbed, “Ryan, thank you, thank you. You are always helping me, and I really don’t know … how to thank you.”
Before Mousa could finish, Ryan reached out and covered her mouth to stop her from continuing. What he wanted was never her thanks. If she wasn’t willing to give what he wanted, then he didn’t want anything.
Ryan looked at Moussa thoughtfully. Sighing, he bent down and picked her up by the waist and quickly scurried off to the village.
Moussa held on to Ryan’s arm. Closing her eyes in nervousness, the wind whistling in her ears told her that they were speeding forward.
Chapter 87.2PartingTranslated by AdaEdited by AdaAfter waiting for a few moments, the effect of the medicine should be onset, and only then did she get up from the bed. She quickly packed some clothes, took a few pieces of animal skin cloak and some air-dried animal meat tied with animal straps, and rushed out with the package without looking back. She did not dare to look at Chelsea, and she was afraid that if she looked at him again, she would not be able to leave him and stay behind, regardless of anything.When Moussa got out of the doorway, she ran all the way in no direction. Anyway, she had no relatives here, so it was the same wherever she went as long as she left him. The thought of Chelsea made Moussa's tears flow out uncontrollably.Moussa had just run to about the village entrance when she heard someone yell behind her, Who is it? Stop!Moussa was startled. Subconsciously, she stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at the source of the voice.Huh, Moussa, it's you? Moussa could not see the person coming, and she only saw a figure leaning over quickly by the moonlight. However, the voice was very familiar to her, and it was Ryan. For some reason, she was relieved. Fortunately, it was not someone else.Where are you going? Why are you holding a bag? Ryan walked quickly to see her and saw what she was holding. He frowned a little incredulously and asked.I Moussa was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer. Then she bit her lower lip and lowered her head in silence.Did Chelsea bully you? Seeing her face with tears, Ryan looked aggrieved. He was heartbroken and agitated as he grabbed her shoulders to shake her lightly and asked.No, I don't want to drag him down. So I want to sneak out of the village and leave him. Ryan, can you help me? Moussa got a little bit of pain from his grip, and she gathered the courage and looked up at him directly and told him everything.The elders kept pressuring Chelsea because Moussa hadn't been pregnant. Something he knew, but he didn't expect them to move so fast and find Moussa.He didn't know what they said to Moussa to make her leave Chelsea, and he guessed that Chelsea was definitely not aware of this. If he knew about it, he would never let Moussa go, even at the risk of the White Lion becoming extinct.He knew he should stop Moussa now and not let her go out of the village or find Chelsea. Let them talk about it, maybe things could be solved, and so on.But he had a selfish voice in his heart shouting loudly to let her leave. Let her go, let her leave Chelsea. Maybe maybe, so he would have a chance, and a chance to take her for himself.Ryan struggled and eventually nodded slowly in Moussa's expectant eyes.When Moussa saw that he agreed, she almost cried with joy. Grabbing his arm, she sobbed, Ryan, thank you, thank you. You are always helping me, and I really don't know how to thank you.Before Mousa could finish, Ryan reached out and covered her mouth to stop her from continuing. What he wanted was never her thanks. If she wasn't willing to give what he wanted, then he didn't want anything.Ryan looked at Moussa thoughtfully. Sighing, he bent down and picked her up by the waist and quickly scurried off to the village.Moussa held on to Ryan's arm. Closing her eyes in nervousness, the wind whistling in her ears told her that they were speeding forward.
