I shivered and casually took a tissue from the table to hand to her, "Mommy, your... your tears!"
"Is it scary?" she sneered, "Why are you afraid of blood?" Her lips curled into a seductive but cold smile, her expression filled with a complex mix of malice, like a blood-stained white camellia—lonely, desolate, and radiating a chilling, menacing aura.
I swallowed nervously, unsure of how to comfort her.
Rion desperately tried to signal me with his eyes, urging me to stop talking, his eyelids trembling as he blinked.
Renata was completely immersed in her sorrow, her gaze distant. She wiped away her bloody tears and looked at the crimson stain on her hand, letting out a bitter, arrogant laugh.
