Yes, I Remember It All

Percival knew she was planning to run away just by looking at her outfit. Despite feeling fired up inside, seeing her gaunt figure, swollen red eyes, and the blood at the corner of her mouth just shattered his heart like ice under a hammer.

He walked over and took Eulalia’s cold hand, surprisingly, she didn't resist and quietly got into the car with him.

“You poisoned me as a chance to escape?” Percival asked, holding her close with one arm.

“Yes, too bad the weedkiller wasn't strong enough to kill you outright.”

Percival clenched his teeth so hard that he tasted blood, his freshly washed stomach starting to burn with pain. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Eulalia, do you really hate me that much? To the extent that you'd dirty your own hands by poisoning me?"

Eulalia laughed bitterly as if she heard a huge joke, her body shaking like grass under a storm.

“Dirty my hands?” she retorted, thrusting her ugly, trembling hands in front of Percival. “These hands, stabbed with 28 steel needles,