---- Yet she still has to breathe.

Life is gifted to us by the moon goddess and she is the one who decides when to take it back.

Its not our choice.

We can only destroy what we have grown.

We can plant a tree and cut it for money.

Grow crops and then sell them in the market.

Build a house and bring it down to ruins on our wish.

Destruction is the will of the creator.

But life? It isnt something that we have created.

And isn't our creation.

So we have no right to destroy it or end it.

Self destruction is the worst form on sin and no matter how hard life gets.

She will keep pushing.

Alone.

If she has to.

---- No one stayed long enough in her life before...

she was a fool to think he will.

It wasnt his fault....

She just expects too much from people.

Someone gives her a breadcrumb and she thinks she deserves the loaf.

Indeed stupid.

She has survived all these years on her own...noveldrama

and even now.

She will live.

I's just a dark night.

It will go away.

Just tonight and she will leave tomorrow.

After every night there is a morning.

After every dusk there is a dawn.

Just focus on the good...

on the light and slowly all the evil will fade away.

---- Chapter 440 An hour passed, Alexis didn't move from her position.

She saw them cooking some vegetable soup, stirring the hot pot on the fire occasionally while chatting.

They were ignoring her presence and she couldn't be more thankful for it.

She could finally breathe They pour the soup into their bowls are start eating.

Alexias stomach grumbles in hunger and she wraps her arms around her stomach to look away.

Of course.

Why would they feed her? Did Damien thought they will provide for her just because he told them? Tt looks like you are starving, sweetheart.

Wanna try .

some Alexias eyes flicker up to the man who asks her.

Re-really? ---- She asks, pushing aside that earlier fecling of dread.

And the man looks at his other mates and smirks Of course.

Didn't we say we will take good care of o you' The man approaches her with a bowl of soup in his hands and Alexia gulps.

Maybe she was wrong...

maybe these men are not that bad He stops in front of her, looking down at her and Alexis lifts her hands to take the soup.

Tha-nk you so my-aah! Before she could hold the bowl it topples over and the burning liquid spills all over chest and clothes.

She gets up immediately, moving back from the man to look at him smirking down at her.

His eyes fixated at her tits visible through her now wet drenched shirt Oops my bad.