People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 122

Shhhhh—

Ever since Darling had her final meeting with the World Tree and hurriedly used the warp in the underground chamber to come back, the weather had rapidly worsened. As if mirroring Darling’s gloomy inner turmoil—as if sympathizing with her emotions—the sky shed its bright blue attire and cloaked itself in dark storm clouds, finally pouring out tears in a steady drizzle from early morning.

It was truly the first rain in a long while.

“…….”

Already sleep-deprived, plagued by unsettling dreams, and in a foul mood, Darling had been feeling like a low-pressure system ever since regaining her “conscience,” tormented by a dreadful sensation as though multiple hooks were embedded in her heart, tugging her taut in every direction.

Yet she neither openly vented her bad mood nor acted selfishly or irritably toward those around her. She simply stayed quiet.

Had it been the Darling before regaining her “conscience,” she would have been far more emotional and willful—but now, sinking helplessly into a swamp of melancholy, she seemed strangely out of character.

She, who in her past life had even been an emperor, ought to have roused herself with the thought that she couldn’t afford to stay so downtrodden and leapt up to read a book—but she didn’t.

“Your Highness, look at this! It’s a messenger bird!”

“This is the dance a peacock performs!”

Meanwhile, Hailey and Miranda, maids who had cared for Darling since infancy, had long noticed her mood and tried cheering her up by performing comical gestures and voices, even dressing her in the yellow chick costume and hat Jeff had once bought from the tailor’s shop—but Darling’s mood lifted only briefly.

As time passed, Darling sighed, realizing that the sweetness of the chocolate her maid had unwrapped and fed directly into her mouth—a treat meant to lift her spirits—now tasted oddly bitter.

She then dragged over a wide, plush chair near her bedside, close to the balcony window, spacious enough for two small children to sit comfortably, and settled onto it, gazing blankly at the steadily falling rain.

She wasn’t crying, but her eyes and expression were so dreary that it wouldn’t have been surprising if tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks.

Even with friends by her side, Darling had locked herself inside her own solitary world. She kept pondering alone, utterly baffled—why did regaining that damn “conscience” stir up her heart like this, and how was she supposed to find her way out?

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