Felissa watched her mate getting beaten, and she couldn't stop it. It formed a feeling of helplessness inside her and grew the hatred she started to have for Rosina.
'She's so cruel to do this!' Felissa thought while gritting her teeth. Ultimately, she could only close her eyes to prevent herself from seeing Vicenzo, but the grunts of his pain were too much for her to handle. She left the arena in a hurry with tears streaming down her face.
Felissa went to the fruit trees and saw the abundant apples on each branch. She was in awe but devastated at the same time. The feeling of having no freedom washed over her body. She thought she could finally choose and do things independently, but she was wrong.
The tightness of an invisible rope in her neck felt tighter, and that made her psychologically choke. Felissa started hyperventing, and her eyes became blurry. She sat on the ground and leaned her back against the tree.
“No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.”