His Ri.
Author: Zuxian
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

Alves was more eager in getting to know her side of the story, than getting to know the reason why the ALUWA had shown uninvited and out of thin air. Not important. Not at that moment.

Every passing minute, his doubts and speculations kept fleshing up into something of great significance. The more he observed, the more he realised that Mia might know more than he had envisaged.

On the ordinary, it was hard to say whether or not that was a good thing.

The both of them were standing close enough to each other, her hand clutching his.

Her eyes were glued on the ALUWA who were still bowing to the earth; knees brushing the dirt, face plung into the dust, in utmost humility.

"Did you just mention the ALUWA?"

Alves was way too curious to hide it. Though the words were out before he intended them to, yet he never regretted the action.

And for a few seconds, as though she was knocked out of her fantasies, Mia plucked her gaze from the ALUWA, throwing a very stern gaze at Alves. Her facia
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