Melia sat on a chair near the side of the room, with a straight, elegant posture, her hands rested in her lap and she…
She did not move an inch.
Tears kept pouring down her eyes, but she didn't wipe them even once. She looked like a statue made from absolute grief.
A woman whose mind had collapsed entirely.
Aeliana was standing right beside her, her eyes were fixed on the sleeping children, her pale face was even paler.
There was no other expression on her face.
In some way, she looked better than the rest of the women present here, that was until one realized the fact that Aeliana was no longer saying a word.
[Aeliana… talk to me…]
Azriel had been trying to converse with her since the moment it all began but the moment Aeliana registered Nux's death—
Her mind shut down.
