"Dear, you actually enjoy having your forehead rubbed like this, don't you?"
"Inanna, how do you always manage to see through my preferences?"
"It's the intuition of people in love!"
...
The playful yet gentle words seem to still linger in my ears.
Alama extricated herself from the fleeting memory. In front of her was Inanna, constantly teasing the Puki in her arms.
For a moment, the sideways smile of her daughter playing with the Puki overlapped with the image of her wife in her memories.
However, besides being touched, what filled her heart more was the irritation toward that Puki.
He didn't dare to imagine, if his wife were to come back to life and see how he had let their only daughter become like this, what would she think...
Alama was startled when he first heard the news of Inanna's disappearance, thinking that the Demon Race had found an opportunity to target Inanna.
