Cerys let out a playful scoff, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Me? A writer? I wish. I prefer staring at the TV than writing," she replied, huffing mock indignation.
Ryu arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Then what did you exactly do in your past life?" he inquired, a hint of amusement in his voice.
A playful glint danced in Cerys's eyes as she leaned closer, as if sharing a secret. "Well," she began, a mischievous lilt in her voice, "I was a bully. I drank a lot. Came from a rich family. I was kinda the bad girl."
Ryu burst into laughter, the sound filling the air with a warmth that belied the icy surroundings. "I didn't expect that from you, Icy," he chuckled, shaking his head. "You looked more like a short cake than a badly baked bread."
