"If it doesn't hurt, then why were you having nightmares just now?"
Miss Shepherdess mercilessly exposed her sister's bravado, reaching out a hand to flick her finger lightly on her little sister's forehead.
This made Dorothy cry out in surprise; she reached up to rub the spot where she got flicked, still trying to be stubborn.
"After all, it was my own choice; it's my own decision. No matter how difficult, tiring, or painful it is, I have to bear it myself, or else it would be really embarrassing."
She said this.
Well, she doesn't regret any of those self-destructed small trucks from before.
"You... "
Denisha looked at her sister, who seemed to have changed a lot yet somehow hadn't changed at all. Her eyes were filled with complicated emotions, nostalgic, fearful, joyful, and slightly envious.
