"Painter Brother, while you were here, I all gave you was unhappiness, darkness, pain, torture, and death. I made your life hell. You could have a bright future, a future filled with happiness and hope. But, I destroyed everything. If I could, then maybe I would have gone back in the past and told my little self to not meet you. Maybe, the outcome would have been different, wouldn't it?"
"At times, I feel like I am an extremely selfish person. Just to receive your love, your warmth, your goodness, I pushed you into hell with my own hands. Painter Brother, do you regret meeting me?" she asked slowly and looked at his smiling photo.
