Captured by the Desert Tyrant (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 129

“But if you don’t say it, I won’t know, Luhan. If you don’t speak up, even more things will go awry.”

Latifa watched Luhan writhing in pain before her but didn’t extend even a finger.

Small bells hanging beside the large arched window swayed in the wind, producing a clear yet dizzying, contradictory sound.

“The first time we met was right in the middle of that chaotic marketplace.”

Luhan, who had been groaning in distress, finally opened his mouth.

“Lati. The moment I first saw you, I felt fate. It was Amor! Everything seemed to stop. Amidst the rushing crowd, when I met your aquamarine eyes, I was utterly convinced that only the two of us had come to a standstill.”

Latifa also recalled that time in the Grand Bazaar when everyone was bustling about. The sun had been scorching—so hot one could barely breathe—and dust swirled ceaselessly on the ground.

“An oasis. Every time I met you, I thought of an oasis. In this place where everything is so intense, only when I think of you does my burning heart feel as if it’s shaded by cool refuge. You can’t possibly know how desperately I wished that moment would last forever.”

Luhan lifted his head, his eyes rimmed red. Seeing this, Latifa hesitated slightly.

Latifa was Luhan’s oasis—the one who refreshed his weary, parched body and soul.

“My life until now was one I ran through without even knowing why. Simply becoming Sultan was my sole reason for living. But now, I’ve found another reason. Something I want to hold onto. Something I want to protect.”

“Your way of protecting is truly imperial. You’ll make a fine Sultan.”

“Lati!”

It wasn’t meant sarcastically. Latifa merely wanted to remind him of reality.

Luhan was both different from and similar to the Latifa of the past.

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