She cried for some time, while the handsome man with the tyrannical aura was cutting vegetables; he even wore a cute apron that combined with his masculine beauty made him look a little softer, while the handsome and kind man sat near the Immortal Slaughter with a handkerchief in his hand and the other hand holding the crying woman's calloused and thick hand.
Until at last, the cry of agony became softer and quieter, finally, she only had tears that seemed endless to wet her marked face. The golden-winged child approaches and he stroked the back of the Immortal Slaughter trying to comfort the pitiful adult, he looked a lot like the kind man who now helped her wipe away tears.
