Chapter 163: Slim (3)
Probably because of the psychological shadow left from accidentally running into a zombie siege last year, the moment Everly saw Gracie’s flickering gaze and the bright red “stain” at the corner of her mouth, she thought it was blood.
But when she looked more closely—seriously, whose blood is thick like sauce and even has sesame seeds stuck on it? It was obviously just tomato sauce!
Everly felt a bit embarrassed, like one of those overenthusiastic people who mistakenly think someone is about to jump off a building and rush over to drag down someone who’s actually just doing morning exercise on the rooftop. Still, she always kept a cold, indifferent expression in front of others—basically a “I can’t be bothered with you” look—so even if she felt awkward inside, nothing showed on her face.
Compared to her, Misha was a bit confused.
“Ah—oh, sorry, Gracie. Everly and I were just passing by and saw you sitting here alone, your shoulders shaking, so we thought you were crying… Sorry, did we interrupt you?”
Hearing this, Gracie’s face instantly flushed red. Maybe Everly was mistaken, but she seemed to catch a hint of embarrassment mixed with annoyance on the girl’s face.
“I just got hungry after training. I wasn’t crying. Aren’t you overthinking it?” the girl said stiffly.
Noticing the resistance in Gracie’s tone, Misha looked even more uneasy. Fortunately, she had high emotional intelligence and was good at smoothing things over. Even if she felt uncomfortable, she still replied flawlessly, “Then we really are sorry… You’ve been training for so long—you definitely need to refuel. Everly and I won’t disturb you anymore. We’ll be going now.”
With that, she gave a bright, cloudless smile, waved at Gracie, and pulled Everly away from the sports field.