When Stars Fade
"Ms. Stark! Ms. Stark! Mommy's bleeding so much! Please, tell the doctors to save her!"
To keep me company, my son had suffered hunger and cold these past few days.
My poor son, who'd been living in luxury his entire life.
After everything, his hands were already swollen beyond recognition.
Now, as he pounded on the door, his skin split open, smearing fresh blood on the wood.
I cried out, begging him not to do this. He shouldn't beg that witch for me!
I was already dead…
Unfortunately, souls couldn't speak.
Suddenly, the door of the ward opened. Jasmine was sitting there, elegantly sipping on a bowl of nourishing soup.