The night sky echoed with Percival's sonorous and firm oath, and Arya hid behind the boulder and heard it, her face flushed for a moment, and she felt her heart pound in her chest.

Yes... Patsy is really ......! With a wave of her cloak, Arya wiped out all traces from here.

The next morning, Arya sat listlessly by the window, her chin propped up with one hand, and her green eyes were filled with worry and sorrow, no longer as radiant as emeralds.

Why would Purple Rattletail know about me and Hedel... Thinking back to what happened yesterday, her heart and chest were also covered with a layer of pressure, making it difficult for her to breathe freely.

"Arya, Ka......

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