This Will Do

The handle of the mask was smashed by a force no little lady could produce.

Yet Luri did not let go of the handheld mask.

Her lips, painted a pale color, trembled.

Ferda’s gaze shifted toward the handheld mask in her grasp.

“There’s no need to hold the handheld mask so tightly. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Though everything had already been laid bare, she did not budge.

Now that she had nowhere to run, Luri needed something to hide behind.

She knew all too well that her face was a complete mess.

Forcing her lips apart, she spoke aloud.

“Uh……”...