Amber's POV

The sun still rises from the west. The light penetrated the glass window of my room. The pain I felt did not decrease one bit. For days I couldn't sleep and just groaned in pain. My stomach still feels unbearable turmoil.

I looked out the window, the sky was so bright. I hate it. I could hear very cheerful birds chirping. I hate it. I could hear the laughter of the servants from outside my room. And I really hate it.

My breath is still blowing. My heart is still beating slowly. My blood flow flows as usual. And I can still see a world that is so...