nly to lose all her emotions as well! She was not even twenty years old, yet her complexion turned as pale as a corpse, her once dainty nostrils contracting as if she had exhaled her final breath. Her mind had already departed to another world, and when encountering people, she would ask only one question: whether they had seen her beloved flowerpot, containing the head of her sweetheart!

"Her father and brother also began to regret their earlier harshness, so they summoned renowned doctors and experts from various places, exhausting all possible methods in an attempt to bring back the joyous smile to her rose-like face. However, all their efforts were in vain; the girl had gone insane, beyond any cure! Helpless, her family had no choice but to send her to the Saint-Mathilda Convent. This woman was abandoned in an isolate attic, growing older day by day, all alone. Wrinkles crept upon her face, yet her expression remained the same as her heart, forever frozen in that summer of blossoms!

"The madwoman only emerged to wander during the quiet hours of the night, wearing a white gown, walking soundlessly, always humming the same desolate ballad, like a forlorn spirit. Some Mothers speculated that she was already dead, and what remained in this world was merely an empty shell. If anyone stayed outside at night and was caught by that ghostly woman, she would surely seize you and demand the head of her lover from you!"

"Oh my, let''s not talk about it anymore. It''s truly frightening in the middle of the night." The girls hurriedly wrapped their arms around