Chapter 175 My Mother's Murderer

• I slowly look towards the man who shows great suffering in his eyes, his wounds, which have already started to heal on their own, help him to get up little by little without feeling too much pain.
• 'If he were human, he would have died with those wounds' my mind tells me and I don't know whether to be relieved or upset about it.
• I want to forgive him, I want to forget, but, seeing him makes me remember much more everything I have not been able to get out of my mind. It's hard all this, but, I focus on not suffering for some backstabbing, manipulative, and cruel people.