C33 CHAPTER 32

When I was young, I saw a boy who was alone at an amusement park. I could sense the sadness in his dimmed eyes. He was alone, sitting on the swing as the cold breeze blows. Lifting my head up and looking at the gloomy sky, a piercing pain contradicted in my heart.

Slowly, the thorns that was about to cover my skin subsided when a small warm hand patted my head. There