It was plain to see Luna was the one that needed Joshua's care and protection.
What happened instead was...
Christian did not know where the urge came from, but he took a deep breath and determinedly carried Luna.
Finding herself mid-air, Luna yelped and looked at Christian, who was carrying her. She started to struggle.
"What are you doing? Let me down!"
"Let you down? Can you even walk on your own?"
Christian rolled his eyes at her and walked past the crowd with her in his arms. "You can’t even stand on your own. What’s the point of you pretending to be strong?”
Luna bit her lip, not saying anything. It was true; she could not stand on her own. She did not know whether it was because she was too angry a moment ago, or she exerted too much strength when she was hitting Yvonne, or she felt extremely terrible seeing Joshua hugging Fiona.
Regardless, Christian was right. She could no longer stand on her own. She was not sure how long it would take for her to regain her strength.
Luna sighed.
She lifted her gaze and noticed Fiona in Joshua's arms in the distance, fed water and cared for.
Luna's heart tightened a little.
At that moment, Fiona also lifted her head and met with Luna's gaze.
Fiona smiled condescendingly at Luna and muttered a few words.
Luna narrowed her eyes. She could see that what Fiona muttered was, "You got lucky."
Luna sneered.
Was she lucky?
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