The microphone is broken...
Lyra Smith glanced at the microphone in Ella Howard's hand, understanding the situation in her heart.
The purpose of breaking the microphone was to avoid certain words being recorded.
How cunning.
"It's broken, then."
Lyra responded indifferently.
She pressed her neck and looked around, making sure no one was nearby, and said to Ella Howard, "Now that no one else is around, just say what you want. There's no grudge that can't be resolved."
"Grudge? What grudge?" Ella Howard smiled brightly and innocently, "Lyra, I just wanted you to come with me to find a convenient place. I'm scared on my own. There's no grudge."
Lyra remained silent.
The scorching sun pierced through the dense woods, weaving dappled shadows that landed on Lyra's forehead.
