At night, the temperature gradually dropped, and Aldana Candi hid in the tree, feeling the cold seeping in from all directions.
She dared not make a fire; her pace was too slow, and she hadn't walked far in the afternoon, fearing she might be discovered.
So she could only endure it.
Shivering with cold, she couldn't help but think that her life was truly wretched, seeming always uncertain and never stable.
Even if she had stable times at the beginning, the days to follow would inevitably be even more miserable, as if repaying her for her recent leisurely period…
But this time, it was clearly her own doing… If she hadn't bothered with Philip Shaw, she wouldn't have been threatened by Liam Summer…
Yet some words are easier said than done; truly taking action feels indescribably heavy. She couldn't just watch Philip Shaw die when there was still a glimmer of hope…
However, now, this cost had turned into her own life.
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