When Lilian's fingertips crossed the tip of her nose again, she finally felt the pain and trembling she had felt for ten years. A kiss and a love were not what she should beg for from her godmother, but she just did it. The girl's warm lips touched the calloused fingertips inch by inch, until she reached her wrist, and the godmother withdrew her hand in panic.
"Annie..."
"Mom, please don't call me Annie."
Concept: Women's love comes from mother's love