"Sister! Evelyn! Are you alright?!"
The pink haired girl didn't know when her aunt had arrived, nor when she had snatched her over from the protector's arms into her own.
It was only after snuggling into her aunt's warm embrace for a few moments that the rapid beating of her heart slowed down.
Until this moment, she had never realized just how much she had changed.
Evelyn had spent most of her first life wondering why she had been abandoned by her parents. And her mother back then had not simply abandoned her, but also ruined her face before throwing her away.
To someone who could do so to a newborn child, Evelyn would never recognize them as her mother, regardless of their reasons.
Even if she ended up discovering who she was, she would have not felt an ounce of love for that woman. Instead, perhaps her hatred could only be compounded.
But in this life, she realized that the same relationship of mother and daughter held a vastly different weight in her heart.
