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My Luna's Silent Love

Chapter 7 I heard a voice from hell

Word Count: 1060    |    Released on: 23/10/2023

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Why did the woman keep crying? What was in the box the woman gave me? Why did she take me to the forest? Why Jeff...Wait! Forest? I closed my eyes, trying to recollect some of the details that appeared in the dream. Yes, the forest! Th

an in the dream seemed to be pointing at a big tree, which was much taller than the others. I looked up into the distance, and I found that there was exactly a tree standing not far from the path on the left. I ran to the tree quickly, then squatted on the ground digging wildly.In the end, I saw the corners of the metal box! The box in my me

o him, and my mother, the woman in the picture, was sitting in a chair. It was obvious that she was pregnant. I hadn't seen my mother for a long time, so that her face was a bit strange to me. The reason why I know that the woman in the photo was her was because the current situation seemed to prove that she was indeed my mother. So the woman who ke

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orry to leave you alone to Jeff. The days when you were a little baby lying in my arms seemed vivid. When you were young, you liked to listen to me telling you stori

hard time now, remember this sentence: The sun will rise, and we will try again. The suffering you are experiencing now will definitely make you stronger. There is a necklace in this box. Please take good care of

answer is yes, where is she now? What was the use of this necklace? Why couldn't it be found by Jeff? I thought of too many problems at once, and I squatted on the ground in pain, feeling that my headache was about to explode. The sun is about to set, and I knew that

to think so much. If I entered the door after him, the result would not be much better. I quickly hid in my bedroom, hoping to stabilize my breathing as quickly as possible. And at the same time, I hi

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