Just repeating the same sentence:

"Child...my child..."

My mind is full of imagination about my children.

But ironically, since the birth of the child, she has never even hugged her as a biological mother.

"child……"

The beautiful imagination of holding the child appeared in my mind again and again.

But, how cruel the world is?

"Da da da da da!!!"

A galloping carriage suddenly rushed over and knocked the woman who was not looking at the road just a few meters away.

"grass!"

The driver was swearing, as if he was accusing the woman of almost letting her car get out of a traffic accident, but fortunately she was still driving normally in the end.

The car continued to move forward, but the carriage had no intention of stopping.

The woman who was hit with blood all over her body was struggling to get up from the ground in a daze.

At the same time, her right hand was seriously deformed and was basically completely scrapped like her left hand.

"Child, I want a child..."

Walking crookedly.

The fantasy of embracing the child with his own hands emerged in his mind over and over again.

Finally, dragging his body covered in blood and dying, the woman walked towards the forest in the distance.

That forest was later called:
Chapter completed!