Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 151

Sarah stretched as she stepped out of the dimly lit movie theater, her body slightly stiff from sitting for nearly two hours.

The film had been entertaining enough, but now that it was over, she found

herself with extra time and no particular plan for the evening.

As she glanced around, her gaze landed on the bright, flashing lights of an arcade just a few steps away.

The neon sign above the entrance flickered in vibrant blues and reds, inviting passersby inside.

A wave of nostalgia hit her-she hadn't visited an arcade in years.

"Aunt Sarah."

Abby gently tugged on Sarah's sleeve, her gaze was attracted by the game hall not far away, her eyes flashing with a curiosity she couldn't hide, "Can you take me to play that?"

Cole laughed helplessly, his tone carrying a few hints of teasing in his tone, "I've brought you by here several times before, and every time I asked you weren't interested, why do you suddenly want to play today?"

Abby slightly reddened her face, her voice shy and cautious, "Because ...... I want auntie to play with me ......"

"Sure."

Sarah agreed with alacrity, the corner of her mouth raising a smile - she also somewhat missed the lively atmosphere of the game hall.

beeps of racing games, the rapid gunfire from shooting booths, and the excited cheers of players celebrating their

air smelled faintly of popcorn and the plastic-like scent of

stuffed with plush toys, classic pinball machines, and rows of fighting

I want

the pink rabbit plush toy on the counter, her eyes instantly lit up, her tone dripping

this is a

for our store's racing game, only by breaking

a few moments later, a

gaze to the racing game machine, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly this was

for the challenge, a coin fell

"Let me try."

high-speed track, a steering wheel, and foot pedals. Smirking to herself, Sarah

did Sarah, who seemed to have a gentle and sensible demeanor,

countdown began. **3... 2... 1...

gripped the steering wheel tightly, maneuvering her digital car through

rush of the game pulled her in, and she leaned forward with determination, her heart pounding as she dodged

the finish line in first place, the words **”WINNER!”** flashing

up in gold font and the rankings flew up, eventually stopping

spread across

had gathered around, murmuring in

skill, honed in her college years when video games

she had been offered a place in a professional gaming team. She had turned them down, prioritizing