When the pieces of veil fade away, what is revealed is skin as white as snow, which seems to break with a blow. Under the mask are jade lips as red as cherries and eyes as clear as water, which makes people want to peep in and get deeper.
When her father's knife penetrated her mother's body, she understood that love is just a hypocritical mask, and love is just a disguise for hate.
When I found out that the man who had always touched me with love and made me forget my youth was only interested in my skin and inheritance, it was ridiculous. I actually believed in him. Cistus, you were ultimately ruined by this love.
I traveled through time, retained the memory of my previous life, and told myself that my name was not Cistus, but Monkshood. Monkshood, the birthday flower on May 19th, means malice. Tell myself that there is no love, no affection, and all you have is yourself.