"Eden?"
"Yeah."
"Are you alright?"
Halting my steps, I looked back toward Grace.
"Are you concerned about my well-being now?" I asked, looking at her.
"No, but it looks like you're not feeling well," she replied, pointing towards my shirt.
I looked down only to find my shirt drenched with sweat.
"It's fine; I just need some time to cool myself," I replied.
After having a nice talk with my siblings, we left them as we moved towards the third-year building for the inspection of the next club.
"You sweat a lot when you feel angry." Again, I halted my steps, glancing back at her.
"Grace, please don't talk about that," I replied, sighing and resuming my walk.
I know she is concerned about my behavior towards my family; she even tried to stop me. But every time I saw their faces, for some reason, I remembered their mocking expressions from the game.
