Erika realized it when she was only four years old. In this vast count’s estate, there was no one on her side. Even when she was scolded by the countess and curled up in her room crying, there was no one to comfort her. It hurts… Not even the nanny or the maids came to her. No servant dared to hold the hated illegitimate child in t...
Erika realized it when she was only four years old. In this vast count’s estate, there was no one on her side. Even when she was scolded by the countess and curled up in her room crying, there was no one to comfort her. It hurts… Not even the nanny or the maids came to her. No servant dared to hold the hated illegitimate child in their arms. Everyone watched the countess’s mood. Young Erika often confused blood with tears. Weren’t they the same? Both were hot, and both hurt. Every time she faced the countess, they would flow at the same time. If she bled, she wiped it away with her small hand. Tears that dripped, drip, drip, she let fall without knowing why, sitting by the window. Her only “friend” was the silent moon in the night sky. When she was five, she overheard where this bone-deep
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