~STILL IN THE SAME BUSHES~
Estella had still been plopping over the rusty and stony jungle floor, with her knees getting rubbed by it occasionally, but she didn’t even flinch because this pain was nothing compared with the heart-ache that she had been going through right now, after witnessing her both parents dead in front of her eyes. And the most painful thing was that, she wasn’t able to do anything. She was just in her memories, the places her parents visited in the past.
