"Yes, it's all the blame of the Master. If she hadn't been unreasonable and imposed arbitrary sanctions on you, how could it have been like this?" With a small mouth, the butterfly relentlessly pushes all the blame to the pure heart.

'This dead girl, forget how I took you in that year? I have a good intention to train you. Now I have just found a man, so I can bury your mother's family vigorously. Do you have a woman like you? Even if the daughter is extroverted, she can't be so passionate, can't she? Those who grit their teeth and grind their teeth are not satisfied with the 10,000...