"So when I was forced..., Which man's bed were you lying on?" Nayasha's neck was raised, exposing the roaring veins, and the hem of her skirt was dragging on the ground.
Sidaya's tears fell one drop at a time, and her eyes were filled with fear.
"Nayasha" her voice was hoarse. "Shall we go home?" Sidaya shook the cigarette ashes on Nayasha's skirt, and a burst of fire swept through the guest room.
* Inventing the love and hatred between two sisters in the Middle Ages
On the day Nayasha was moved away from the battlefield by Gerrit, she never thought that her life would be frozen in a moment when she was a child. Faced with the scorn from the south after her family fell into disgrace, she cut off her hair to protect her sister.
Starya had a hint of Oedipal feelings about her, while Nayasha didn't feel anything at first. He just gave birth to a child so that she could have breast milk. She was raised like this, but it became a fire that she needed to worry about throughout her life.
Intention: Pain is the nourishment of life.