[Comprehensive Classics] I, Emma Bovary

Your name is Hein, a trainee Death God. At this moment, you are wearing a brand new black robe, carrying a scythe on your shoulder, and walking down the clouds with your head high to harvest the soul of a bad woman. … "Ah, hello, since you are here, please come in and sit for a while." Emma opened the door and greeted warmly. The living room is not large, but Madame Bovary has decorated it extremely luxuriously. The lace gauze curtain hanging in front of the dirty glass even has gold carved rings. "Please sit down and I'll get you a cup of tea." "What? My husband Charlie, oh, he's at the clinic, he won't be back until night." "Don't worry, he won't mind." "Oh, you are so kind, but it doesn't matter. Those rumors can no longer hurt me. People like to talk, so let them talk." Emma said nonchalantly, but there was sadness in her blue eyes. You picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The old tea tasted light and sour. Emma must have owed such a huge debt that she had to save tea. "Why are you sighing? If you have any troubles, just tell me?" "Ah, you are worried about me..." Emma suddenly stood up and walked to the window with her back facing you, her thin shoulders shaking slightly. "Don't worry about me, please, I don't deserve your kindness." "If... You don't mind, would you like to chat with me before everything is over?" … You regretted it, your hands were shaking when you swung the sickle down. But Emma knelt on the ground extremely calmly, with her head lowered, without praying or repenting, like a quail that finally surrendered to fate, silently accepting your verdict. … "That bad woman is dead!" "Retribution!" "It's really satisfying. Let me just say, justice is never absent!" [Demining] Second person perspective; non-sweet text [Cover + Text] Painting Paradise: A Sheep Intention: No one is perfect, the moon waxes and wanes