Chapter 52

She stood in front of him, looking with his eyes strongly. Whoever sees her thinks that she is a statue of snow, despite the contradiction inside her. The fires of anger and pain erode in her heart, and the collapse of fear and grief over those she left because of him, and her fear of recognizing her identity lives in all the cells of her body, in every scar she left a mark. Because of the pain within her soul, yes, the doctor could hide all the wounds and burn scars from her body, but no one could treat the soul scars.

Aras's confused looks within those eyes that are set on him, and his question about the identity of the owner of those eyes ravages his mind. His wide smile covered his face and he said in a quiet voice close to a whisper.

What is a ferocious cat like you doing outside the cage at that time?

She did not answer him, but she smiled because of the calmness of that fear inside her, and moved flexibly and with a movement similar to the sneaking of a