As Jayce walked out of the room, the living room grew misty, like a fine spring drizzle.
Seeing that Jayce was alright, Yvonne Shelby was no longer worried.
Still, looking at Jayce in this state, Yvonne Shelby didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Jayce, what's going on? Can't you rein it in a little?"
Jayce scratched his head, his expression turning annoyed, but mostly helpless. "I don't want this either! But I can't control it."
He felt like he was a human sprinkler right now.
Who in their right mind would want to be a human sprinkler?
Kevin Everett had always been the serious and stern type, but even he couldn't help but laugh at the sight.
"It probably won't be like this forever. You'll be fine once you get used to it!"
Sierra Sullivan nodded in agreement. "That's right, you'll be fine once you get used to it! It's not a big deal!"
"Sierra!" Jayce looked at Sierra Sullivan pitifully. "How could you say that too?"
