I first met Shanks when I was five years old.
I was wearing a beautiful little goose-yellow dress, with a princess hairpin and a small parasol, like a little princess.
His eyes were wide open and his mouth was open, looking like he was demented.
After I threw it over impatiently.
There was a suspicious red cloud on his face, and he ran away without waiting for me to ask.
I held out my black hand with a question mark.
The second time I met Shanks, I had just escaped from my noble family.
When I saw Roger on his deck, he had the demented look of a five-year-old.
But his eyes are full of stars.
He ran towards me, but stepped in water and slipped.
It just slipped under my skirt, and he gave me a thumbs up with a bleeding nose.
I kicked him overboard.
When he met Shanks for the third time, he had become the Yonko.
He wanted to talk to me with a serious look on his face. I thought he was suffering from an incurable disease.
Just when I wanted to secretly evacuate the Redfors' treasure without telling Beckman.
"I like you, Heather, be my woman."
I stepped on his face and gave him the middle finger.
Intention: The correct way to push down red hair
