eryone in front of her.

ut of fear, she saw the frig

ight as the black posts

kness. He was unexpectedly handsome. She compared him wit

son Emerald had ever met, somehow making her feel stressed. Emer

her with the urge of danger, but his gentle move confused her.

pletely shocked

ou, he had already turned around and

nd pointed it at her between her eyes, seemingly calm and indifferent,

ling a big lump in her throat, she wondered whether it would be painful

aying a game with her? Why was she in this place? Was her me

n, small girl, who was shabbily dressed, now covered in an expensive jacket an

d gun barrel that was pointing at her. The military

gun away, surprising the guy to a p

ed her move and turned aroun

to them. Barefoot, since she had lost her shoes run

er knees, holding his leg

w voice and long-suppressed sorrow as she l

man. She only knew that his men had killed the oth

expensive clothes to cover her carefully, providing

g streetlight seemed even colder a

dirty fingers clasping onto h

le to defend herself, she fell into their arms as she suddenly heard the cold

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magnificent landscape painting, making this ma

d stared blankly at the dark valley o

er face in his hands, she had used her last courage to

ithout saying anything. His men had tied her hands

he dark and smelly trunk. When she woke up, she found herself alone in

st of the bread a

full meal and a shower since I

Then, shortly after, the door opened whe

squinted to open her eyes and saw the man who had saved her lif

The uniform made him look more rawboned and cold. He was a different man than Emerald had met ye

when he looked at her, even

ed towards him and took off his jacket. She had never been a servant for anyon

e her a little frightened. She raised her head subconsciously to look at h

a silen

is shirt. She could feel his constrained gaze at the top

strong chest. He wore a metal necklace around his