C57 The Flower Was Ruined

The flowers are ruined, ruined.

The life force in the grassland was gone.

He grabbed the piece of paper and held it in his hand. It was as if his hand was burning.

His mind was in a mess, but there was one thing that he was very clear about. That was: I want to leave this place.

Yes, I have to leave this place. Even if I become a nun, it would be better than being plotted against