Jack Smith opened the door and entered.
Except for the grand piano, there was no sign of Lyra in the room. Worried, he furrowed his brow, when suddenly, the door behind him slammed shut.
A strong punch came from behind, and Jack Smith dodged to the side.
Turning around, another punch flew straight at his face.
After recognizing who threw the punches, Jack Smith didn't dodge this time. With a 'bang,' Lyra's entire fist, clad in a boxing glove, slammed squarely into Jack Smith's left cheek.
The punch was heavy, forcing his face to twist to one side.
Seeing Jack Smith's lack of reaction, Lyra said, "..."
She had used quite some force, but it didn't seem heavy enough.
Jack Smith's tall frame remained unmoved, his face gradually turning back to normal. He pressed his tongue against his cheek, his expression unchanged.
Lyra asked fiercely, "Why didn't you dodge?"
