"You…Who are you?"
Alia seeing the face of the person standing in front of her couldn't help but ask her aloud in confusion because the face she was seeing eerily matching with someone else in her heart.
So she holds off her offense in fear of hurting someone she would regrets later on, Which is a strange thing that never happened before in her life.
*Pat*
"A dead woman doesn't need to know such a thing, He deserves way better than trash like you."
A figure of an enchantingly beautiful woman bends down toward Aila and gently pats her soft cheeks.
It has no power behind the pat, It's just a gentle pat like an adult give to a child.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!"
But this little action of hers enraged Alia to the core, This pat did not contain a least about of force in it but she felt like she attacked as never before.
