"By the way, little girl, shouldn't you be able to tell me your name by now?"
Leon picked up a piece of stir-fried beef with his fork and fed it to Fiona, his gaze shifting curiously to the little girl sitting across from him.
"Hap! Nyam~ Nyam~" Fiona ate the beef in one bite, her round eyes narrowing into crescent moons with delight.
Upon hearing Leon's question, the little girl froze, her fork pausing in mid-air as her cute yet thin face turned pale.
"Um... that's... my name," she stammered nervously, her lips trembling.
Observing her nervousness, Leon raised an eyebrow, his face clearly showing his bewilderment.
He had asked her this question before, and her reaction was the same—nervous, almost frightened—which had puzzled him then.
Now, after asking her again and seeing the same reaction, Leon couldn't help but feel even more perplexed.
"Is she still so wary of me that she doesn't want to tell me her name?"
