Luna flipped to the next page as she tried her best to control her sobs.
But the next page was not pages instead it was actually a compartment that is used as a casing for one single thing.
A portrait.
A portrait that was preserved so well that it retained its color.
"Ah…"
It was at this point that she was no longer able to stop herself from crying harder as she hugged the notebook tighter.
It was a portrait of their family. In the same year just earlier, to when they were sent to the death of August.
She did not know why but they all seemed excited about it. To think it was a portrait in preparation for their freedom.
She was only made aware of their plans just before she and her dad left for the subjugation. She was stunned but at the same time excited.
They can be free?
That was her first thought.
And that is why it was an even more crushing feeling when her dad died right in front of her.