From the mouth of the fox-eared girl, these words were softly spoken.
Black Moon's face lit up with joy, saying, "Then, let's continue the contract—"
"But even so, I still want to find a star that belongs to me."
Feya bit her own lip, and bright red blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.
No matter how much sorrow and pain there is, as long as there are people who can understand her, accept her, her existence is meaningful.
Even though the shadows from those dreams still linger in her memory.
Trembling and wandering between each nerve ending.
When Feya raised her hand, she touched the wetness on her face.
Could a girl like her, wandering in the darkness, really find a star that belongs to her?
"Sasha! Where are you? Can you hear me?"
Her mother's voice, infinitely tender yet sounding very urgent, rose from outside and grew closer.
Seeing that the two people outside were about to rush in, Black Moon released even greater pressure, rolling towards Feya like a tidal wave.
