The Runaway Luna
News spread fast—especially since he was the heir to the Alpha King and both were naked.
At the same time, I was chatting with my moon priestess. She looked serious and asked, “Ginger, your condition had stabilized before. Why is it getting worse now?” I reminded her, “If you take too many herbs, you may develop resistance. Isn’t it the same with his face?” You guessed right—I am sick, and Darcy’s face is my herb. The priestess remained silent for a long time before advising me again, “Ginger, this isn’t right. I still suggest you face reality bravely.” One word—bravely. So simple, yet easier said than done. Harder than reaching for the moon.
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