The Ghost's lifeless, deep black eyes stared intently at the Queen Flower Lady, as if trying to bore a hole through her with just a gaze.
The Queen Flower Lady took out a diary.
In an instant, some of the dark aura in the Ghost's eyes dissipated, but her pupils were still murky.
"Why didn't you tell me? Even though I'm not a psychiatrist, I could have helped you beat that jerk up to release your anger. You just keep everything bottled up inside, refusing to speak a word, and that's why you're getting sick."
"You advised me to let go, saying that everyone must die eventually, that life is full of unpredictable events, and we have to look ahead."
"But what about you? You lost your child, didn't even want it, and didn't know of its existence. It can't be blamed on you, yet you take all the responsibility upon yourself. Why are you so foolish..."
"Every grievance has its source; in the end, it's all that bastard's fault!"
