"I'm so sorry." Firefly regretted it beyond measure and wanted to stop him.
"I-I was just a little worked up, so I didn't hold back."
"I'm really not the kind of person you think I am."
"Mm, right, you aren't."
"You're a hidden Shit Superhero."
"...!" The moment those words left his mouth, Firefly felt as though the sky had fallen.
She stood there, looking at Yan Huan's eyes filled with resistance and disgust, watching him unconsciously take two steps back, watching him pull out his phone to call Blade—
Her heart sank, bit by bit.
Not to the bottom.
It sank straight to the center of the earth.
To the deepest part of Penacony's dreamscape.
To the abyss of Nihility that even Aeons could not be bothered to glance at.
"..."
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
But she could not say anything.
Because he was telling the truth.
She had personally stuffed that stuff into those Hounds' mouths.
She had personally stuffed it into Sampo's mouth.
She had personally stuffed it into the glasses guy's mouth.
She had personally stuffed it into the old lady's mouth too.
And Yan Huan—
That biggest lump had still been stuffed in by her own hands.
She had stepped on his foot, pried open his mouth, and forced it inside.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
Those sensations still lingered at her fingertips.
Warm. Sticky. Soft, yet firm.
"I really..." Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible. "I didn't mean to..."
Yan Huan did not look at her.
He lowered his head and stared at his phone screen, his finger hovering over the call button without pressing it for a long time.
—What was Blade's number again?
He seemed to have saved it.
But her second uncle answered it...
Could