Chaotic Nights — Chapter 162. I’ll Take Your Life

Translator: Atlas

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“I will accept whatever you want, Eunha.”

Relief appeared in Eunha’s eyes. She nodded slightly.

There was no longer any reason for her to come between them.

Yongi, who watched the scene intently, put down what she had hidden near the palanquin. She stepped back a few paces. The weapon that had protected them belonged to the hunter leader. Eunha had said she should return it to the hunter leader.

She likely concealed her longing to go back to Harye.

Yongi felt guilty because her greed did not allow her to see what Eunha really wanted.

She had to respect Eunha’s decision.

“It’s all my fault because I am foolish. I was the reason Eunha left Harye. Direct all your resentment towards me, but please be kind to Eunha.”

But Jihak didn’t even look at her.

“Eunha is not to blame.”

When Yongi finished her tearful words, Eunha gripped his neck tighter. Before Yuljae could get close to her, Yongi turned around.

She was resolute, yet she understood that glancing back would soften her resolve.

Then did Jihak see the tears in Eunha’s eyes. But he could release Eunha. He tightened his grip tighter so that she could not move.

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Eunha climbed onto the palanquin. It was the first time she had used a palanquin, so it was harder to endure the morning sickness.

Once she became accustomed to the palanquin, she opened the window. Through the tiny window, just big enough for a fist, she glimpsed Jihak riding the horse.

She still could not believe that she had left the town, nor that she had met Jihak. She hadn’t forgotten him for a single day. No matter how much effort she put in, his face remained stuck in her thoughts. When she saw him in her dreams, she cried all day.

She felt ensnared in a swamp called longing.

She thought she would forget him when she got away from him.

“My Lord, we will rest here today.”

The moment Yuljae stopped talking, the bearers set the palanquin down. A dozen individuals took turns carrying it toward Harye.

“The sun is setting.”

“I think it will take us about five days to reach Harye.”

“If we come across a town midway through our journey, we’ll stop there.”

“Yes.”

Dismounting his horse, Jihak walked toward the palanquin.

The warriors prepared to spend the night.

She hadn’t looked away from his face, prompting him to see if she was feeling unwell. Fortunately, she was not sad, nor was she ill.

But there was fear on her face.

He sat down near the palanquin, took out a pipe that had opium mixed with tobacco. His wounds increased because he confronted the assassins dispatched by Seogyeong. The opium helped him to forget the pain a little.

Even though the primary purpose of smoking opium was to induce sleep. He had destroyed himself to survive the hellish days when he couldn’t even sleep.

He blamed everything on the woman who had left him.

He leaned against the tree trunk.

“You haven’t had any water since yesterday. Are you alive?”

Eunha answered the sarcastic question from inside the palanquin.

“I won’t die so easily.”

Her shameless voice caused him to laugh.

“Don’t even consider ending your own life. I’ll take your life.”

“Are you going to kill me?”