Turn forward. And there's my mother.

"Marikana, what's with that mouth sauce!?

"I'm sorry"

Mr. Mayria caught me. They did it, Gu. A maid offering luxury tissues. Thank you, my friend of heart.

"Where have you been all morning? What about the library?"

"That's..."

Me explaining why. I want to see this one with my long cut eyes, Mother. My eyes are connected.

It's like a ghost staring at your silver hair. Excuse me. Please forgive the beauty. Now, how do we break this predicament and break out? Do you have any hands?