"Sigh..."
The Pink-haired woman breathed heavily, her crimson eyes reflecting Berkah's slowly approaching frame.
She then pressed down on the fabric of her long dress, as though ridding it of any wrinkles that arose due to the recent commotion.
"I took four family members from you?"
"... That nasty habit of yours. Blaming someone else for your misfortunes... Do you not see that it is a shackle that inhibits you, my child?"
A scowl gradually formed on her delicate brow as she spoke those words, even she, with all her magnamity and apparent love for her children, could not conceal her growing frustrations.
[...]
Berkah paused briefly, his crimson eyes reflecting the unparalleled beauty that stood before him. Although, to him, it meant nothing, she was no different from a pile of faeces drenched with honey and dressed with icing.