Bab 112: SHE MADE HER OWN SCRIPT

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Running was a girl who wore the most prettiest of dresses you could ever see.

Her hair was brown like the back of a tree, her eyes as green like an emerald necklace worn by the richest if kings.

And that fair and skeder skin which was as white and dazzling as snow.

No one else could possess such beauty that the female lead of the story, "Love like the blood moon"

Making a run for it was our famale lead who climbed the stairs one by one and behind her was a woman wearing the most red dress you could ever see.

"You can't run away from me you wench!" Said the villainess as she laughed as loud as she could with the walls closed in, her voice echoed right into the female leads ear.