That afternoon, she and he went to prepare for the party tomorrow. She and he walked peacefully, holding hands. Clear away the noise of yesterday.

At night, she still has to eat porridge. Just a little more vegetables than the other day. She ate in his joy. And are you happy? Guess?

 She wanted to bite him to death. She chanted to herself for the Nth time.

 When she returned to her room that night, no one was there. Maybe that person has left. She saw the piece of paper held by the small flute on the table. She took a look and immediately saw a somewhat scribbled line.