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Chapter 832

    He didn''t say anything, just kept moving ahead with that steady, silent confidence of his.


    They walked all morning, the trees growing thicker around them, sunlight barely making it through the tangle of leaves overhead. ra was about to ask if there were any berries or fruit they could eat out here, but then Dn suddenly stopped. "What is it?" she whispered.


    "Someone''s here," he replied.


    Before she could even process that, gunshots broke the silence.


    ra dove to the side, pressing herself close to him. "How many?" she hissed. "Around a dozen. Stay alert."


    ra carefully peeked out from behind a tree. She saw a group of tough-looking people fighting over supplies-not the kind of scene she wanted to get tangled up in, not after the mess fromst night. She pointed to a narrow path off to the side, signaling Dn to go that way. But he just stood there.


    "What''s wrong?" she asked.


    He hesitated, jaw tight. "That''s the way I want to go."


    ra raised an eyebrow. He definitely seemed to have a destination in mind, and nothing was going to change it.


    "Alright, then let''s circle around," she said.


    She barely got the words out before a bullet hit the dirt right at their feet.


    Suddenly, the two groups who''d been fighting each other turned their focus-now that there was a third party, they decided to join forces against them.


    ra grabbed Dn''s hand. "Go! Wherever you want, I''ming with you," she said, breaking into a run as bullets whizzed past.


    Their bodies seemed to move on autopilot-dodging, weaving, reacting faster than their minds could keep up with. Pure survival instinct.


    They ran for what felt like miles, until ra spotted a tree ahead. Its trunk was marked with old bullet holes, the metal buried deep-just the faintest scars left on the bark.


    She stopped, staring at it. It was strange-how could she tell at a nce that those were bullet wounds? Judging by how the tree had swallowed up the metal, they''d been there for years.


    She reached out, fingertips brushing the bark. The second she touched it, sharp pain stabbed through her head-memories shing behind her eyes.


    A jungle, just like this. Danger everywhere. She was fighting to survive, poisoned, her vision going dark.


    Who had rescued her back then?


    The memories flickered by too fast to catch. Her hand trembled, and she pulled it back quickly.


    Dn stood close, about to say something, but she spoke first. "I think I remember now."


    A hint of a smile yed at his lips. “Yeah?"


    But ra just went quiet, because the blurry figure in her memory wasn''t Dn at all.


    Why had shee here before? She must''ve done a lot in her past-she definitely wasn''t the type to just chase after someone endlessly. Who was that shadow in her mind?


    She took a shaky breath. "I''ve been here before. Someone saved me, and after that... things happened..."


    She pressed a hand to her forehead as pain throbbed again.<fne749> Follow current nov?ls on FιndNovel</fne749>


    The jungle''s heat and humidity pressed in, making it hard to breathe.


    Dn plucked a big leaf from a nearby branch and gently fanned her. “If it hurts, don''t force it."


    ra leaned against the tree, eyes squeezed shut, sweat trickling down her face. "Just give me a minute. It''s been happening a lottely. I can''t even sleep through the night."


    Memories darted through her mind-chaotic shes of a ruined ce, her own desperation as she searched for something, voices behind her, someone begging her to stop, but she just kept pushing forward.


    "ra?"


    "ra!"


    She opened her eyes to find herself in Dn''s arms. The sunset filtered through the leaves above, painting everything gold. She closed her eyes again, whispering, "I really have been here before."
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