The train continued to cut through the night, but the atmosphere on board was no longer the same as at the beginning.
"Hey, what did that brat just hand you?!"
Aurora, who had been resting with her eyes closed, was awakened by the booming voice. Her beautiful eyebrows knit slightly but quickly relaxed again. Her face was so harmless and stunning it seemed to glow, making the man who had just spoken falter, purse his lips, and hesitate as if unsure whether to continue forward or not.
[Come on, man, show a bit of spine!]
[Yeah, look at that pathetic expression.]
Aurora lifted her gaze. The man saw his own reflection in her emerald eyes—wide-eyed and trembling, like a frightened mouse trying to act fierce. Pathetic and ugly.
He seemed provoked, his facial expression exploding as he roared, "What are you looking at?! What did that brat give you? Hand it over!"
