Chapter 7 He Won't Like This Child

She turned away with a wound. It was getting darker and darker, and the black clouds that had gathered began to fall, accompanied by pounding rain. The street surrounding her seemed to hang in a veil of water as she stood on the brink of an empty road. Her vision grew hazy. Her clothes stuck to her body, and the wound on her face hurt. Regina, on the other hand, as if she hadn't noticed, couldn't help but recall the man's icy demeanor. The harsh remarks of the man seemed to reverberate in her ears. Her nose gradually became sore, her eyes turned a little red, and unfathomable frustrations filled her heart. Her heart was more like being beaten with a whip, leaving a shallow scar. She was buried in thought, not realizing she had arrived in the center of the road. A bright light flashed into her eyes, and a harsh trumpet boomed in her ears. At the next moment. Her entire body shot into the air like a white dove, and her wings torn and plummeting to the chilly tarmac. "No... I