Chapter 72 Mourning
- His eyes were worried as he approached me, and more tears slipped down my face. I didn’t look at him. Candido sighed.
- “I… understand you’re angry with me,” Candido said and grabbed a mitten. “But you came into the kitchen for a reason, right? You’re hungry? At least… let me feed you?”
- I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want his help doing anything and that I didn’t need it. I wanted to throw words about fate and the future in his face, but my stomach growled with hunger, and I couldn’t trust myself with the task of eating.