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It is as if the glow of sunrise melts into cloying honey, or the first bloom of summer flowers sways in full radiance. Bubbles emerge and cling to the crystalline glass, as though the ripples have congealed into transparent pearls rolling on the surface.
Sitting in opposite seats, Chloe and Rutile both obviously don't escape the unpleasant taste of the newly launched dish. They simultaneously frown and push theirs toward each other, clearly sharing the same destructive intent.
Heath just replies to Shino’s message and promises to bring him the freshly baked lemon pie. He sees Owen fix his stare on the tangerine soda without any desire to taste it, asking with concern, “What's wrong? Isn't the drink sweet enough? ”
Owen gives an irrelevant response nevertheless, “The color of the drink is so weird.”
His barb also arrests Chloe's and Rutile’s attention. Chloe closely observes the drink with excessive sugar cubes, and something abruptly comes to mind. “The shade looks like the tone of the fabric that I purchased previously! It would be perfect to……” he is immediately absorbed in his inspiration.
Owen is stirring the liquid in a rather rude manner, and the pulp at the bottom swirls. “……It resembles not only the color of the canary’s feathers but also tangerine peels in the sunlight. So unappetizing. It's just like……” he falls silent for a moment. The others concurrently beam at the banter..
“It’s just like Cain’s eyes, isn't it?”