“Please give me a child…” she followed good advice. If that were true, it would be nice to keep your bitterness down, but I’m sorry… “In Your Dreams!” Ka-chow! The bedside lamp was broken, and the glass of the missile had cut SIGINA’s brow, bleeding and clouding her eyes. She shut her eyes and endured. The taste of blood stirs the intoxicated Vidianto to confusion. He took Sigina by the hand and forced her to open her eyes to him. “You begged me, I won’t give it to you! But now I hope you never have children, SIGINA. You Deserve It!” Vidianto，Sigina