"If you don't love him, how will you love his child? How will you give birth to that child?" Another person asked.
"The older you age, the more muddleheaded you become. A child has the portions of fathers and mothers. Why do I have to hate myself? He's him, I'm me. We didn't have anything to do with each other in the past, and we'll do the same in the future," said Parro. This terrifying reply naturally triggered waves of cries of surprise, but she had been kneeling there from the start.
Beruo neither felt embarrassed nor humiliated. She was just doing what she should do.
He led his clansmen in a better life.
That was the promise she made to her mother, because the other party had given her the grace of raising her.
"We should at least take into account the kindness of the rain and de
