Cocolia never knew that, as an iron-fisted soldier with countless crimes to her name, she would ultimately be convicted of spreading obscene content. She would never rest in peace, even in death.
"This is an allegorical story."
Bronya's gaze burned brightly, without the slightest hint of embarrassment. She seemed determined to go all in.
"You have to look carefully."
Just like you.
Blonja's artwork was remarkably pure, yet so exquisitely detailed that it made one want to chop off their own hands. Two vivid characters met each other, the air gradually turning ambiguous as they leaned together beneath the dim golden sunset.
Zhao Bai's heart pounded wildly.
The more detailed the drawings were, the more it showed how much Bronya cared about this matter. Where had she learned this masterful diversion tactic?
Bronya was a military strategist.
Kiana's plane slowly descended onto the landing pad of St. Freya Academy. She had returned later than Zhao Bai, having spent most of her time drifting from place to place.
That old professor had said she should visit St. Freya when she had the chance, yet he had not boarded the plane with Kiana.
It was truly strange.
Kiana did not dwell on it and hurried toward her dormitory.
As she neared the door, she completely let herself go. "Mei, I'm back! I dreamed last night that you became someone else's mother—it nearly scared me to death! Hurry up and comfort me!"
She pushed open the door, the metal door slamming against the wall with a sharp clang. There, she saw an unfamiliar pink-haired little girl, a snow-white tail trailing behind her as she fled toward Kiana in a panic, with Mei relentlessly chasing after her.
"No! Rosaliya won't eat green peppers!"
"Rosaliya, be good. Good children can't be picky eaters. Hurry and