"Are you wearing pads? Lemme see~" Leila caressed Carla's back and long sleeves checking her pads within it.
"Mom, I have my butterflies inside, I don't need pads at all..." Carla pouted as she let her mother checks on her.
Even though she has her mystical abilities, Leila can't help but be worried about her daughter. This feeling as a mother, she didn't know she would feel this...
Did forgetting her past really changed her? There's part of her that doesn't want to believe nor can't imagine between both... But her actions and feelings say different.
Is this what her mother felt like before?
' What did my mom felt when I killed my brother? ' Leila shook her head, ' As if they felt anything except hatred towards me. No, they might be somewhat proud... as they raised me well~ '
"Huh," Leila scoffed which confused her daughter. Leila sighed, "There's no telling your mark would work every time, I can't help overthink especially when I'm not around. Here--"
