Clark's pickup rolled down a dirt road in rural Kansas, its tires crunching softly over the gravel. A breeze carrying the faint scent of grass and alfalfa slipped through the window, tossing the wisps of hair at Miaomiao's temples.
"Wow! This is completely different from the ocean and Gotham!"
Miaomiao exclaimed, her eyes brimming with excitement for the day ahead.
Beside her, Damian's handsome, finely sculpted little face was written all over with impatience, a stark contrast to Miaomiao.
"Quiet down. You sound like you've never seen anything." The handsome boy with honey-colored skin wore a little black suit and tie today, every strand of hair meticulously styled, as though he were attending a banquet. "I don't understand what could possibly be so entertaining about some farm in the countryside that you'd get this excited."
Miaomiao stuck out her tongue, her gaze still glued to the herd of black-and-white dairy cows passing outside the window. Her eyes shone like obsidian submerged in a stream, with deep violet gleams visible from certain angles.
"But Damian, didn't you want to visit Kent Farm too? Otherwise, why did you come along as soon as Little Jo invited us?"
Damian glanced at her, his mouth curling disdainfully. "I'm only here because of you-to stop a certain gullible little fish from counting the money for someone who's just sold her."
Naturally, Miaomiao didn't believe him. "This is Clark's family farm. Who would sell me? You're trying to scare me again. You obviously wanted to come and play too."
"Hmph. Think whatever you want. Just don't suddenly let your fish tail show like last time."
"Damian!" Miaomiao's face instantly flushed red. "We agreed not to bring that up!"
"I never agreed to anything," Damian insisted, though he shut his mouth and said nothing more.
He would