Dorothy was trembling with anger and cold; she felt like she'd been flirted with by a bad woman, her emotions toyed with.
It was a shame she had felt a bit melancholy about Sophia's departure before. For a family knight, the hardest thing is parting with family, but she wouldn't stop the Pure White Witch from fulfilling her mission and dreams just because she couldn't bear to part.
What's that saying again?
Ah, there's a kind of love called letting go.
But just as she had finally let go with pain, you throw this crap at me?
The homebody witch felt like all her previous sadness was fed to the dogs. She clenched her fists in tremor, despite the fact that the Witch's Home's Constant Temperature Array System always maintained the most comfortable temperature inside the island. She still felt cold all over...
Forget it, she forgot the next words, anyway, bad woman, die.....
"Let's take a bath first."
