Sia sat on the top of the church bell tower overlooking the city every day. She didn't know whether it was because she was bored or because she was crying and looking for something because she lacked her other half. The other half is not a partner, not a lover, but the body, oh no, the other half of the soul.
This half of Sia's soul still remembers that once her soul was complete, or to be precise, her body was complete, but it was cut open from head to toe by a ruthless woman with the giant god's axe, like a watermelon.
Thinking about it, half of my soul trembled: This woman is so f**king scary.
"Ah~" I thought about it and muttered, "This is the only woman I have."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
