I'm doing this for your own good!
If it really falls into the water, aren't you the one who's going to pick it up?
Crying is fine, but walking away with a huff?
Seeing that Alza really wasn't paying her any attention, Selene reluctantly held onto those few scorching tears and slowly made her way to the shore.
The wetness on her fingertips remained, and her heart felt equally heavy.
Both her hands were occupied, leaving her no choice but to gently bump Heath's door with her head.
When the door opened, the person's eyes were red, clearly having just cried.
The corners of his eyes were bloodshot, his expression somewhat dazed.
Selene was left holding the pearl, unsure whether to walk in or retreat, as he seemed quite busy at the moment.
The desk was scattered with paper and pen, ink still fresh; unclear if he could spare some time to help her.
"Female Master?"
Heath spoke in a muffled tone, nasal, as he stepped aside, softly saying, "Come in."
