I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

"Hee....?

Yuran's words tingled and cracked his smile. Yuran deepened his smile as he hardened, convulsed, and lost joy everywhere.

"No matter how true it is, there is reason enough not to say it. Even though it's only connected to the register, I don't want to get in Vio's ear and make her feel bad in case."

"What did you say... why did you say that?"

"Why, I wonder...."

Mary Jun's face was slowly twisting as she said it was a terrible thing. When I look at it, I realize that this woman really didn't notice anything. It is the earliest blind area beyond the level of narrow vision that I think I lived with my eyes closed. In a world that is designed to be able to live freely even when your eyes are closed, you don't know anything else, and you don't even try to know it. That's why you can crush all kinds of things with gentle, jumping elegance.

"Being an affair partner with a wife, giving birth to a child, and falling in love with her in less than a day after her ex-wife is dying... it's a business that you can't help but call a wicked woman. Away shift, self-depravity, fuzziness, all true. You deserve it, it's rust coming out of you."

Shortly afterwards, the explanation was much worse than I thought. When you say it, it doubles your aversion by reconfirming your job.

There are many ways to call me concubine or side room, but I'm just intoxicated in a special place called the social world, and in the world it's just an infidelity. Many people just mistake it for being allowed to do what they like because they have the means and power, and sometimes there are people who have no choice but to welcome them for succession. It seems that noble people like colour and don't stop until they realize it. Of course, if that makes each house work, you can do whatever you want, but Yuran and Violet are eating a huge share of it because of the stupid mistake of losing color.

Those who are laughing on innocent happiness, knowing that they are unclean, while forcing them to be corrupt.

─ ─ What an ugly thing about that existence.

"Hih, come on... why do you say that... Yuran-kun doesn't know anything, so you can say that! My concubine, I'm looking at it with my tinted glasses...! Your mother, and of course your father, really took care of me, ─ ─"

A cry similar to a plea is blocked by a shivering cold. The blue eyes of the clear sky meet the golden color called the sun, and the sky is burned with its heat. In a burning light, not shining, Yuran simply looked down on Mary Jun. An overwhelming flame that extinguishes everything. It's not a disgust to die, it's a disgust to kill.

My throat is twitching and I can't even stop breathing. It was pure, clear and unhesitating.

"It's important....."

Soft voice, enough to misunderstand kindness. A calm sound too far from the expression that cut off all emotions. With a voice that is not different from Yuran's, Mary Jun has a cold face that she has never seen before. As if to remind you that there is no right answer to Yuran.

"You're really not thinking about anything."

"Eh...."

"Where was Violet while you were with your family?"

With an unconcealed tone of mockery, she stabbed Mary Jun relentlessly with a contemptuous gaze. Whether it hurts or it hurts, I'm not interested. You already lost your mind of blood, and it looks like you're about to fall, but did you know where you fell and hit your head and lost your life? All you have to do is scratch yourself so much that you want to hang yourself.

An angel in the boxyard who was raised cherished so much that Yuran repeatedly and confused himself in his brain. A beautifully grown princess who cries and asks for help and says, "I'm hurt." Please know with your eyes and ears.

"As wonderful fathers who have always been close to your mother and child, have you ever imagined where the other daughter was in the meantime and what life Violet and her mother lived like... even once, even in the slightest?

Whether you cry or scream or scratch algae, you are in a place where the words of help do not even come out. Whose fault was all this, and on whom did I dance happily?

"Don't tell me you imagined your father could be a double.

"Nh...!

Haha changed her expression, Mary Jun covered her mouth with trembling hands, and her eyes were open to praise the moisture that was about to fall. It seems that the world gradually imagined in Yuran's words could make me want to cry just by imagining it. Isn't it true that until now, the shards have never come to mind, passing through pure and stupid territory? It is selfish to respect a good heart, but ignoring it and not knowing malice make a big difference.

"Ah... I..."

Some people may find beauty in knowing, sympathizing with, and crying about reality by calling it growth. I don't know if I'm reflecting or regretting, but Mary Jun, who acknowledges the existence of a world he didn't see, doesn't blame it on anyone, and avoids herself, does the truth and good spirit. I didn't know it, I couldn't think of it, so it would be great if I could change it properly after I knew it.

─ ─ I don't think Yuran has any shards.

"Oh, so you want to get along with me?

Mary Jun, who tended to lean down, raised her face as if she had been played. I don't know if it's a reflection from the fear of Yuran, but Yuran turned a clear smile to Mary Jun, who seems to be in grief.

"I went somewhere before I answered, but now listen carefully.

Follow your hips at the same height with a firm intersecting gaze. The eyes are sparkling, but the meaning is completely different. The blue eyes that are about to collapse with tears, sadness and fear, and the golden eyes that are mixed with hatred, aversion, contempt and ridicule, and all negative emotions, converge and twist.

Gentle, gentle, soft voice and smile. Mary Jun's known Yuran shattered and peeled her face with a face and voice that was sharper than a blade and much colder than ice.

─ ─ You don't like it when you're dead.

A lethal dose of poison was poured into a small ear peeking from the gap between white hair.