With a slight sound, the tightly shut door was suddenly opened by Flossie Wright's movement.
"Ah—"
A short, startled voice rang out, carrying with it an immature tone.
The first thing that catches her sight is nothing more than the background of the corridor. Following that startled cry, Flossie quickly dropped her gaze, Grady Wright's figure immediately came into view, soon followed by his shocked face rigidly staring at her, almost retracting into his neck in fear.
Flossie's gaze sank slightly.
"Big sister …"
Startled, Grady looked at her timidly, his shoulders slightly twitching, his entire body shaking from fright. His wide eyes stared intently at Flossie, fearing her fist might strike down from above, leaving him bruised all over.
"What are you doing standing here?"
Flossie's tone was somewhat cold, her expressionless face coupled with that tone sent Grady into a stupor, staring blankly at her without blinking, being unresponsive for some time.
"I …"
