"You're no better or younger than me," Krassu snapped, taking his stand at the head of the sweet line.
The atmosphere had got tense again.
The sweet line felt a lot better now that Krassu was here. They didn't mind the old man standing at the head of the line. Actually, they had been saving that spot for him—their leader.
"That's the owner of the restaurant, Gloria," said Lucia with a smile. "The food he makes is just unbelievable. You should definitely try the tofu pudding and Yangzhou fried rice. I'm sure you'll like them."
"But I can't eat much," she said, staring at Mag. His smile was so… warm.
She remembered that her father also used to hold her when she was little.
Since those ugly freckles appeared, she had been avoiding people. She wore her veil all the time, even before her father.
Her father was still kind to her, but she felt he had grown distant, for she hadn't seen him smile for a long time.
