Inside Night Color Bar.
Greenie's hand, which was holding her glass, suddenly paused.
The man who had been talking beside her suddenly blurted out, "You're not from the small islands, are you?"
That comment froze Greenie in place.
Was her small islander trait that obvious? Her grandfather always advised her to speak less, eat more meat—why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut and obey?
Wei Gang, who had found Greenie rather familiar, felt his heart "thump" at the man's words. A towering rage instantly filled his chest, ready to erupt.
He disregarded his usual reservations and stood up from his booth, walking towards Greenie.
"Why aren't you talking? Could you really be a small islander?"
The man persisted in his questioning.
The hatred of the people of Dragon Country for those from the small islands was cellular, passed down from their ancestors.
The man's words immediately garnered the suspicions of those around them, drinking.
