Almost every day, every hour, Martha watched Diana's behavior which was getting more and more strange and confusing. Diana often laughed alone in her room, talked to herself, sometimes even hallucinated.
She rubbed her face, smiling broadly, "Arya, after we get married later, I will display this painting in our room. Every time you wake up, you will always look at my beautiful face in the painting, admire it, then kiss it. But, you also have to kiss me, not just kiss this painting."
From behind Diana's room, Martha peeked at Diana who was talking to herself in a position to point to the painting of Diana's face that Freddy made two days ago. Martha shook her head as she rubbed her chest.
"Diana ... why are you being like this? Do you want Arya so much that you behave like a mentally disturbed person? After all, you have betrayed Arya, he will not accept you back as his lover," Martha said quietly, then she sighed long and deep.