It must be like this.
"Poor thing, you're not going to have the chance to see how wonderful this world is. Feel sorry for you, little one. In your next life, you'd better not be so unlucky."
Diana Kinsman's fingers slowly began to tighten.
She focused on the delicate and beautiful face of the little girl, wondering if the girl, who was still sound asleep and unaware that she was about to lose her life, would continue to sleep if her breathing became difficult.
Could she still sleep then?
If she would never wake again, dying in her sleep, it wouldn't be too painful.
Just as Diana added more force to her grip, the girl finally began to stir uncomfortably, her dimples disappearing, sweetness turned to discomfort, and her rosy face furrowed with displeasure.
Her long, thick lashes fluttered twice before she slowly opened her eyes.
