The First Letter (56)

Tawny eyes and aquamarine eyes met in midair. An unseasonal cold snap and heat were mingling. When a cold front met a warm front, onlookers scattered around them as if a monsoon front were forming.

Celin’s lips were smiling, but her eyes were cold beyond measure. Seria’s eyes were just as chilly.

When the two women who had consistently ignored each other finally clashed, the atmosphere instantly drew taut. Celin rehung the canteen at her waist, then slowly approached Seria.

Even then, Seria merely stared at Celin without saying a word. Were those the eyes of a predator stalking its prey, or merely an expression of indifference?

No one knew the answer yet. Except Seria.

Celin stopped right in front of Seria.

She let out a sigh, then placed one hand on her waist. She opened her mouth as though soothing Seria.

“You might not be feeling very good lately, huh? I understand… I feel the same way. But if you react so sensitively to every little thing, it makes other people uncomfortable, you know?”

It was a fair point—if only Celin herself had not been going around with such a gloomy expression.

However, there was no one present who could point that out. Instead, the onlookers began silently agreeing with Celin’s words...