Hurts! Mommy
They're Happy

Behind the glass window, her eyes could see a child and a mother looking at her jewelry and some dresses. A father and a son were chatting casually. "They're Happy."

"Huh,"

Duchess Alexsa smiled. He entered the residence with help from his vines. Some of the guards had fallen asleep, of course with the help of the vines. However, the position of the guards stood firm with twists that became the enforcer of his body.

"They're a happy family, while you're Alexsa. Your family doesn't need you. To him you are a burden and must be removed."

"Alexsa, Alexsa." Duchess Alexsa jumped off the wall. Step into a room. He remembered Alexsa's room, at least there were some things he should know.

Duchess Alexsa went down quietly, the green plant instantly released her body and disappeared. Alexsa shifts the glass door that connects to the balcony. He looked around the clean, well-organized room and the moonlight that entered the window panes as the light in the room.

Looks like the waiter cleaned the room.

However, no one occupied it.

On seeing the wall in the room, look some paintings Alexsa. "Where's the picture of her mother?" ask Duchess Alexsa. There's no way Duchess Alexsa wouldn't have a photo of her mother at all. Where can find him.

Both hands turned on the three-door cabinet, opened two doors and happened to be not in the lock. Duchess Alexsa researched Alexsa's dress before becoming Duchess. The clothes can be said to be clothes that fit the nobility. She picks a dress in the closet and looking for a clue, she wants to see Alexsa's mother's face painting clearly.

"No, maybe here." Both of his hands turned to the door beside him. Open it and go back to picking up the shirt.

Both of his gazes were fixed by a box under the hanging clothes. Duchess Alexsa lowered her head, she picked up the box and sat on the edge of the bed. Both of his hands opened a folded paper and examined the face.

Her eyes are blue, her hair is blond and curly hanging, her lips small and thin, her eyelashes plump and her smile that hypnotizes everyone who sees her. "She's very pretty,"

Duchess Alexsa felt the painting, her tears dripping onto the paper. The longing was yelling, screaming. Soon his hands hugged the painting of the mother, he missed his mother so much. True, she is not the real Duchess Alexsa, but her soul has fused with Duchess Alexsa.

"I'll find him and make him happy."

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Duchess Alexsa wiped away her tears, she immediately stood behind the door, holding her breath for a while and the door opened, Duchess Alexsa's body flanking backwards. Closing his eyes, in his heart he chanted prayers and prayers.

The black man entered. He was observing the room. His forehead creased when he saw the closet door open. "Surprisingly, I felt someone was here." The man turned his head, observing every corner of the room. However, nothing is bothering.

His breath was restrained for a moment, looking at the painting of a woman on the wall. "Alexa."

"What's going on in your life? it was like my mother's cry at the time. Your presence, adds destruction to my mother's heart."

"I hope you'll feel what you're feeling forever. In fact, many times."

Duchess Alexsa clenched her hand. Until the box he was holding, shattered like dust. Everyone swore to be unhappy.

Duchess Alexsa jumps off the balcony. No one will know, because he used a mask before going to the Marquess' house.

"I'll be happy in my own way."

Duchess Alexsa walked out of the residence and the plants wrapped around the guard slowly shrank to the ground, causing the guards she had knocked unconscious to fall to the ground.

Duchess Alexsa sits on the roof of an old building. In the past, the building was the place of one of the nobles who had a fire, yes the residence of Duke Aiken. Sitting with both knees bent, staring at the full moon shining quietly. Without knowing it, a man was looking at it.