The devil touched my face and said, "You can help me stop it. Am I... Can't you stop it? I'm glad I died for you.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Tears trickled down as I blamed her.

She also cried and laughed with tears: "Why cry? A big boy has no shame." A beautiful flower.

I'm a little angry at the thought of the grievances I've suffered over the past few days, but... I'm blaming her all the time. I'm blaming her for being derailed.

"You're angry, aren't you? I'll tell you more about it, okay? The witch wiped away my tears.

I said, "Don't say... Wait till...