**In Aries’s Dream**
“Why is the Moon Goddess doing this to me? Wake up, Lucy! Wake up for your mommy! Please…Please…”
The Queen of the West, who had been elegant as well as arrogant in front of everyone since she was born, was now crying like a baby.
She was now kneeling down beside her daughter’s little bed, tears streaming down her cheeks like a remorseful river which was impossible to stop.
On that cute little bed decorated with so many delicate silk flowers and all kinds of delicate dolls, laying the little princess at her age of 11. Her beautiful brown eyes were shut tight and her cute pink lips turned to scary black. Her breath was too shallow to be noticed. The doctor standing at the end of her bed couldn’t bear to tell this devastated mother that there was no hope left for he
