Chapter 89
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Marin’s voice fell like a soft murmur, enveloping her sense in a soothing way. Slowly, a hand was caressing her back like comforting a child to sleep. The fact that she found warmth in Marin’s body temperature, which was probably lower than average, must mean that Violette herself was that cold. The temperature outside was actually on the rise but her inside was as frozen as ice.
Violette pressed her forehead against Marin’s shoulder, which was slightly higher than her, and tried to think of a way to verbalize the thoughts she was having. But every time she opened her mouth, all that came out was empty air.
She felt that if she could verbalise her thoughts, it would be a raging storm.
“Mari, Marin …… I, I, am fine.”
Her tongue was tangled and she couldn’t string sentences together properly. Something exploded in her head, which made her unable to stand still without clinging to someone. Her body acted on her emotions, but her mind couldn’t understand what to do next.
Should she cry and scream? Should she explain in her own incomprehensible way and ask for some advice? Should she just vent her feelings and ask for affirmation?
Violette was sure that the past of her would have chosen the third option. She always concluded that she was the heroine of a tragedic romance, and if anyone even nod at her, it meant they were sympathizing her. Sympathy, pity, whatever, she just needed something to remind herself that she was not a bad person.
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Marin’s voice fell like a soft murmur, enveloping her sense in a soothing way. Slowly, a hand was caressing her back like comforting a child to sleep. The fact that she found warmth in Marin’s body temperature, which was probably lower than average, must mean that Violette herself was that cold. The temperature outside was actually on the rise but her inside was as frozen as ice.
Violette pressed her forehead against Marin’s shoulder, which was slightly higher than her, and tried to think of a way to verbalize the thoughts she was having. But every time she opened her mouth, all that came out was empty air.
She felt that if she could verbalise her thoughts, it would be a raging storm.
“Mari, Marin …… I, I, am fine.”
Her tongue was tangled and she couldn’t string sentences together properly. Something exploded in her head, which made her unable to stand still without clinging to someone. Her body acted on her emotions, but her mind couldn’t understand what to do next.
Should she cry and scream? Should she explain in her own incomprehensible way and ask for some advice? Should she just vent her feelings and ask for affirmation?
Violette was sure that the past of her would have chosen the third option. She always concluded that she was the heroine of a tragedic romance, and if anyone even nod at her, it meant they were sympathizing her. Sympathy, pity, whatever, she just needed something to remind herself that she was not a bad person.
Marin's voice fell like a soft murmur, enveloping her sense in a soothing way. Slowly, a hand was caressing her back like comforting a child to sleep. The fact that she found warmth in Marin's body temperature, which was probably lower than average, must mean that Violette herself was that cold. The temperature outside was actually on the rise but her inside was as frozen as ice.Violette pressed her forehead against Marin's shoulder, which was slightly higher than her, and tried to think of a way to verbalize the thoughts she was having. But every time she opened her mouth, all that came out was empty air.She felt that if she could verbalise her thoughts, it would be a raging storm.Mari, Marin I, I, am fine.Her tongue was tangled and she couldn't string sentences together properly. Something exploded in her head, which made her unable to stand still without clinging to someone. Her body acted on her emotions, but her mind couldn't understand what to do next.Should she cry and scream? Should she explain in her own incomprehensible way and ask for some advice? Should she just vent her feelings and ask for affirmation?Violette was sure that the past of her would have chosen the third option. She always concluded that she was the heroine of a tragedic romance, and if anyone even nod at her, it meant they were sympathizing her. Sympathy, pity, whatever, she just needed something to remind herself that she was not a bad person.
