If she had been ruthless in the first place, Anisser had followed Dr.
John to take the train, maybe she was now living safely in another country, maybe not rich, but at least she didn't have to be as scared and uneasy as she is now, afraid that the enemy army would come to her side and take her life in the next second.
A little further afield.
If Anneisser hadn't suddenly fallen ill on the ship that day, Cullen wouldn't have been captured, and perhaps she and Cullen would have gone to her father's side to reunite with him by now, and then thought of a way back to Europe Or maybe it's a little further afield.
If she had been a little smarter and more sensible, she would have understood that the man had never been something that a tenacious girl like her could control and fall in love with, far away from him, far away.
Don't love him, don't be with him, everything is not going to happen now But what ifs are there in this world.
Nope.
Never.
Thinking of those sad pasts, Ciel's strength in all her recent pretense seemed vulnerable, her eyes were full of tears, and the glittering tears swirled in her eyes, faltering.
She lifted the back of her dirty hand and wiped her eyes, shook her head, sniffed and forced herself to calm down.
It's getting late, and they have to keep going, or the enemy forces will likely come after them.
Cill turned and pushed Diddis, who was sitting next to her and was sleeping and snoring against the back of a tree, and whispered to her, "Diddis, wake up, we have to hurry."
"God, is it the enemy or the enemy?"
Didice was frightened, and her eyes widened and she muttered to herself in panic.
Cill gave Edith a blank look: "It's me, it's not an enemy, but if you snooze yourself, it's hard to guarantee that the next time you wake you up, it's not the enemy's spear."
"Oh, it's you, Miss Nasil."
Edith let her guard down, raised her black hand above her head, stretched out with her eyes closed, and yawned tiredly, "I'm so tired, Miss Sill, if only I could sleep here for the rest of my life, Miss Sill, are you right?"
Cill reached out and pinched Didice's arm hard, stood up and looked down at Didis who was still sitting on the ground, and ordered sternly: "Get up for me, don't talk this nonsense" "Got it, I got Miss Ciel."
Diddis covered her aching arm and replied with a black face, then squirmed and straightened up.
Cill glared at Diddish in disgust, and after a moment looked down at Anisser, who was leaning against a tree, her face was not alive but she was still breathing weakly.
She watched as Anisser wrinkled her face, and an evil thought appeared in her head.
She wondered why Anithur hadn't just died If Anisser had died of illness, it would have been much easier for her to flee with Diddis, a stupid but healthy servant.
But why didn't Anissor just die?
What a hassle.
Ciel bit her lip irritably, pursed the whites of her eyes, and ordered Diddis, who ran behind her at some point: "Edith, you help Anissor to follow me, and I will lead the way." ” "Oh yes, Miss Sill" Diddy walked over to the fainting Anissa and took Anissa by the arm, lifted Anissa up, and let Anissa lean on her back. oshow7 t1706231537: