"Ah... really? The most expensive gift for Summer, and then sell it for money? But, you know, the most expensive is the only limited edition in the world. If you sell it, you can't buy it back." Artie Vaughn looked seriously pained.
What she was pained by wasn't the money, but the uniqueness about to leave her.
A faint, barely noticeable smile crossed Summer Fairmont's face.
Artie's seriously pained look was probably like the day when warm sunshine melts the icy glacier of the soul.
Artie quickly realized her mistake and, with a face full of grievance as if she had been deceived, pouted and glared at Summer Fairmont: "Oh Summer, you're so annoying, teasing me on purpose and making me sad for a long, long, looooong time!"
Summer Fairmont's micro-expressions are hard for ordinary people to catch, but The Pouting Siren is definitely not an ordinary person in Summer Fairmont's world.
"Five seconds." Summer Fairmont precisely calculated the duration of "a long, long, looooong time."
