Chapters

Yuran returned to Mary June— how much time had passed? Probably only a few minutes— yet to Violette waiting in […]

The way he accepted everything without a hint of denial, affirming and cherishing her unconditionally— without ever disciplining or correcting

How much time had passed since Yuran returned to Mary June? Probably only a few minutes— yet to Violette, waiting

The feeling I sensed from her crouched back was not sorrow or pity— just pure irritation. She kept doing unnecessary

The malice I hurled was unmistakable—pure, unadulterated ill will. A weapon thrown with clear intent: may it wound her. After

I was able to remain so indifferent because I believed nothing I did would matter. After that first failure, no

Is wanting retribution an arrogant desire? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth— pain for pain, wound

I’ve always thought of myself as short-tempered. Whenever things didn’t go my way, I would scream and rage. I’ve used

“Eh──” Violette’s breath caught sharply. Rosette spoke in her usual calm, gentle tone— the same soft temperature as always— yet

Many things were spoken. Not everything, of course— time was limited, and the fact that time itself had been rewound