Chapter 17 Just One Month, If I Don't Destroy You!

• It’s 2 a.m. Anastasia is sitting on a bench in a lonely park. Looking up at the sky, heartbroken, she asks God countless questions—the only being with her at this moment. Why did her mother die, leaving her alone in this cruel world?
• The cold chills her body. She’s still wearing that ball gown, which offers little protection. But the pain in her heart is so great that she ignores her surroundings.
• As she gazes up at the sky, a drop of water lands in the center of her forehead. Then, in the glow of the lights, she sees more drops falling one by one, soaking her body and mingling with her tears of pain.