Theresa covered her face.
She felt too ashamed to face anyone.
Bronya left the room and pushed open Zhao Bai's door. He had long since vanished. Bronya finally breathed a sigh of relief and began pondering the sustainable development of the Theresa species. The short lifespan caused by genetic defects was like a shooting star across the sky.
Records showed that the earliest appearance of Principal Theresa dated back forty years.
So Theresa had been born atop the corpses of other Theresas.
The only successful specimen.
She knew about projects like this. Aside from the sole success, the rest had all met the same fate—truly candles flickering in the wind.
Bronya had empathy too.
Poor little girl. In the final moments of her life, even the Grim Reaper would try to slow his steps.
Sigh.
Besides, Zhao Bai was such a coward, and so shy that merely licking his finger made him blush.
She was very reassured.
Love made people gentle. Living together with Zhao Bai, Bronya had gradually begun to consider others and gained a little sympathy. Naturally, she was willing to make things easier for such tragic creatures who were born at dawn and died by dusk.
Since her life was short, she should try to make it a little more brilliant.
Heavy Cannon Rabbit began clearing up the glass shards scattered across the floor and straightening the launched rockets. Replacing the window glass would take time, so Bronya sighed and suppressed her anger.
In fact, her reasoning was entirely correct.
Zhao Bai was both selfish and cowardly. His heart could not hold that many women.
One was enough.
As he fell while holding Moonlit Embrace, Zhao Bai had been thinking about something besides giving her a splendid journey.
Bronya licked my finger.
I'm not washing my hands.