I am a mistress.
1, 2, 3. 3.
Numbers are simple, but people are complex.
For emotional matters, no one else is to blame.
The day I met him, the sun was just right.
Maybe there was a bit of wind that day, and I lost my sight and lost my heart.
It has nothing to do with love, but is a product of deep resentment. Fight for the end of Chapter 15!
Conception: