The Blood Queen bit her lip, her gaze flickering toward the wall beside her. Yet, Charles's words continued to echo unstoppable in her mind.
Those words had indeed touched the softest part of her heart. As a will that had perished in the human world and was resurrected in this Endless Abyss, she had been striving to adapt to the Abyss.
But she couldn't forget the memories of her life before death.
She kept wondering.
What if she hadn't died?
If she was still that girl in the human world, would she have been married by now, watching her own daughter grow up, get married, and have children of her own?
But whenever she looked at her distorted visage in the mirror. That horrible appearance kept telling her.
You are dead! You are now a twisted Malignant spirit!
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