With the left hand abusing the slag and the right hand showing off its affection, he overcame the nausea and headed for the pinnacle of his life...

the translation would be: "What should I do with myself, having given birth to a child for a lover who doesn't love me?"

An outwardly aloof but inwardly asuming master × An outwardly gentle but inwardly dark apprentice.

How can stolen love end well?