If only time would go by faster, and the villagers would tire, returning home to sleep sooner. The more Rachel Wood hoped for those things to happen, the slower time seemed to pass. Every minute felt like a century until dawn finally arrived.

Sounds of roosters crowing around the mountainous village were like beacons of light in the darkness that gave her hope.

The entire village had grown quiet. The loud footsteps had also ceased.

Rachel knew that those people had probably grown weary, with most of them already returned home.

However, she was weak, cold, and hungry after lacking food and water for a long time.

Her tongue felt dry, and she felt as if there were needles in her stomach.

She reached for a handful of straw and began to eat to avoid collapsing from exhaustion and hindering her escape.

The straw was tasteless and difficult to chew, which made it hard to swallow.

Rachel didn't care, however.

With strong willpower, she believed that she could overcome any obstacle.

She was willing to do anything, including eating straw, as long as she could return to Sebastian Brenand's side and leave this hellish place. Rachel had gotten used to being treated like a princess by his side, with access to all the delicious food and beverages she wanted. She had never eaten anything this horrible.

a mouthful of straw. It was

pricked painfully as she swallowed, but

several mouthfuls of straw, Rachel felt some strength returning, feeling

around the vicinity from under the

body was covered in dirt, her face looking frail and scrawny as her eyes filled with

walking Ward, remaining

close attention to her.

surroundings every steping

way.

the mountainous

Everything looked unfamiliar.

of this place was no easy feat, but she

moving forward, she believed she would eventually leave

эц

she wandered past a house, she suddenly heard a

footsteps and

she had eaten some straw earlier so that her body could keep up with

dog's barks

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