She said that since she had been nicknamed a disaster-preventing witch in my writing, why couldn't she prevent a life-or-death disaster for her lover.
She said she could live without a burial place and asked me if she could live a happy life in exchange for her lover.
Even if it's the rest of his life without her.
I laughed at her for daydreaming.
A painting girl who lost her hands created three identical Tibetan paintings due to memory confusion, which triggered a series of murders.
She is innocent, but her paintings are guilty.
Therefore, she made a promise to him that she would face the warm sun in winter.
It would eventually become his curse.
She said I didn't have a lover and didn't understand the love between men and women.
But she understands.
I was annoyed and said.
"Then I'll make it happen for you."
But after she died, I thought about our conversation over and over again, and I just felt distressed and angry, so I continued to write that her loved ones attended the wedding banquet.
Here she comes.
I want to see her unwillingness, anger, and regret.
But neither.
She just looked at the groom in a suit on the stage from a distance across the sea of people in front of her, and watched helplessly as he put the wedding ring on the bride.
Sneaking and whispering quietly.
"Good boy, you want to be happy."
I don't know whether she is in pain or not.
But I knew, at that moment, the person standing within a foot behind her.
My heart must be hurting.
Dressed in formal attire, the wedding ring on her ring finger stopped everyone around her from thinking.
Under his clothes and on his chest, there was a red platycodon in full bloom.
Lonely, yet determined.
He was still willing to stay out of sight of her.
I think this is my last act of kindness.
Intention: At that moment, it seems that all love flows back