The first volume doesn't make sense without her world

  Finally, she withdrew her gaze from the handbag and when she saw my face, she suddenly let out a loud cry without regard for appearances: "Dead girl! How could you make yourself look like this?! If it weren't because you're my own flesh and blood, I would have thought some ugly monster had run in."

  Rolling her eyes again, I once more confirmed that this woman's personality and face were completely mismatched.

  If she looked like this and was seen by those suitors behind her, they would all be scared away.

  "Mom, I just put some stuff on my face, do you have to be so surprised?"

  She rapped on my head, striking me very rudely: "You've put on some makeup and completely turned into an ugly duckling, I'm going to strangle you! How did I give birth to such a disobedient daughter? You have a face that everyone envies, but you insist on treating it as a burden! You..."

  "That's very disturbing for me." I interrupted her rant.

  What she said is right, a face like that is a burden to me, it's something I'd love to get rid of even in my dreams.

  I'd rather have an ordinary face, even a pockmarked one, than this trouble-prone mug I was born with.

  Mom's sudden silence makes me feel a little guilty.

  I gently grasped her well-manicured hand and lowered my voice: "Sorry, can I live my life in my own way, okay?"

  After a long time, she held me in her arms, tightly, I could feel her body trembling, and I hugged her back.

  This person is the source of all my efforts, without her, the world would lose its meaning for me.

  The afterglow of the setting sun slanted over from the other end of the floor-to-ceiling window, enveloping us in its warmth. The two tightly embracing figures cast a long shadow on the smooth floor, looking so happy and intimate.

  The next day when I went out, the clear sky and sunshine were already waiting at the gate.

  I wasn't surprised by their arrival, and having someone pick me up saved me the trouble of walking half an hour.

  Due to all sorts of "accidents" yesterday, I have now become a red person in Saint Sakura.

  Wherever they go, people can't help but stare. The boys' facial expressions aren't worth studying, but the girls are a different story altogether.