Those clear emerald green eyes looked at Lisiti beside her, reaching out a hand trying to grasp, just like a drowning person who would subconsciously try to latch onto a straw.
Lisiti could only tightly hold the girl's hand, her expression frantic.
What should she do?
On one side was the Mother Tree, whom she ought to serve with all her body and soul.
On the other was a living elf, the child she brought into this world.
Lisiti found that at a time like this, she was powerless to do anything.
In the end, the young girl, like those before her, lost the breath of life amidst her painful wailing.
That day, Lisiti sat in a daze for an entire night.
"The last one, this time use, that golden, hair,"
The Mother Tree conveyed her final will to her.
This was the first time since Lisiti began inducing the fruits here that the Mother Tree explicitly told her what to do.
This strand of hair?
Lisiti looked at the long tail hair she was holding in her hand.
