Her carefully styled bun had come undone. A few damp, dirt-stained strands of black hair clung to the side of her neck, making her look even more bedraggled.
At the same time, Yan Huan, who had been desperately fleeing nearby and thought he had temporarily escaped danger, heard the commotion behind him.
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His running steps slowed involuntarily as he turned back in uncertain alarm.
With his eyesight, even from a distance, he could clearly see Dahlia being splashed all over.
Not far from her stood Firefly, likewise seemingly frozen by a binding spell, her hand still rigidly held in the posture of having just thrown something.
Her aqua-blue swimsuit cover-up fluttered in the evening breeze. The girl's face was a mixture of shock, bewilderment, and the blankness of someone too late to react after causing a huge disaster.
"Hiss—!!!"
Yan Huan sucked in a sharp breath, his scalp tingling.
"Why are you even hitting bystanders? Second Uncle, are you crazy?"
Firefly was completely dumbfounded as well, her mind utterly blank.
She looked at Dahlia, drenched in filth and dry-heaving incessantly, whose gaze seemed capable of condensing into icy spikes to pierce through her when she raised her head. Then she heard Yan Huan's accusation, and it felt as if her entire state of mind was about to shatter and explode like fireworks.
But soon, a chill rapidly cooled her chaotic thoughts.
Though her memories were somewhat blurry, she vaguely remembered that this woman had once harmed her.
No matter how one put it, Dahlia definitely could not be considered a friend.
At that thought, the panic and guilt Firefly had felt over accidentally hurting her quickly faded away.
She blinked her blue-pink eyes.
"Mm... guess you were just unlucky." She did not sound particularly apologetic; if anything, her voice