Abrial's frown deepened.
"Lewd?" she muttered. "I don't get it…"
Wu Dafu, who was still holding Abrial's hand gently, understood suddenly. He blushed with embarrassment and let go of her hand right away.
At that moment, grumbles of annoyance and gasps of surprise sounded from the outer crowd as it was violently forced apart by a newcomer. In the next moment, a gasping, pale young woman shoved her way in between Ya Syaoran and Wu Dafu to drop to Abrial's side.
A bright warmth spread through Abrial's body. Her lips split into a sparkling grin.
Finley's hazel eyes were opened so wide that they seemed to be large glass marbles reflecting Abrial's sickly pale face in them. Her chest heaved dangerously. If a racing horse had run for twenty hours straight, its chest wouldn't be heaving as painfully as hers was.
One thousand emotions flashed across her pale face as she reached out two delicate hands to cup Abrial's face.
