Lesley's POV
“Sister Lesley! Faster! The crocodile is about to wake up!” Lyla shouted. Because of what she said, I moved faster than before.
I could almost reach the end of the rope not until the trunk where it was tied up suddenly broke apart and I was slowly falling down as I saw the crocodile lifting its head.
“Sister Lesley!” they shouted out of panic.
Am I really going to die today? I was not even warned that this day is my last day. I should have stolen all the expensive vases and statues in the palace so I could give them to my descendants.
Kidding aside, I told myself that I would make this life a lot better than my previous life and it's too early to die.
When the crocodile was about to catch me, I tried my best to make the rope move faster than the time the crocodile opene
