Isabella's response was more candid than anyone expected. It was direct and caught everyone off guard.
Her calm gaze seed to convey a universally known fact, but was it really so? Sam couldn't remain as composed.
"What is your superpower?" Sam asked, looking intently into her eyes.
Isabella glanced back, tilting her head slightly, her smile sweet yet insincere. "The answer session is over, isn't it? The ga is over too, right?" She stretched comfortably, seemingly unaffected by the alcohol, which only seed to enhance her enjoynt.
She slowly stood up. "Sorry, you don't have to worry about , I'll get ho on my own. Goodbye." She opened the door.
The shadows cast on her face as she stepped out of the private room and walked down the corridor. The differently colored lights in the hallway fell on her flushed face, making her look irresistibly charming.
But her eyes weren't as joyful as before. She even sighed softly. "It seems I've been found out, but... it was expected, I guess."
She smiled, lifted her head, and walked out into the cold winter night, planning to head ho and sleep comfortably. What then? Perhaps she would dream of old mories, perhaps those embarrassing monts recalled in the worst ways during sleepless nights. That would be terrible.
She didn't want such monts, but thoughts are unfettered, often leaping to the least desired or most disliked things, which tend to linger longer in mory. Perhaps this is why hatred often seems to outweigh love?
Just as she was about to rge into the bustling street, blending into the crowd and becoming just another inconspicuous person...
"Senior! Wait a second!" Isabella turned around in surprise, not expecting the person who ca after her to be this young man. She thought if anyone would co, it would probably be Sophie, but why Sam?
His handso face wore an expression no one could dislike, always like the warm and vast ocean, dissolving all negativity with his gentleness. She envied such a deanor because he didn't need to pretend.
"Why are you here?"
Aren't you supposed to be with that girl? And... they've all had quite a bit to drink. Is it really just a spontaneous act of courage, or is the answer too tempting?
The young man walked up to her, smiling. "It's nothing, you've had a lot to drink, I'll take you ho."
Isabella tilted her head, her disheveled hair falling over one shoulder. "But... shouldn't you be taking care of soone more important?"
Sam shook his head with a smile. "Don't worry, they can take care of themselves. You don't need to worry about them."
...
"Ah?"
"What are you doing, Angel, letting him take her ho?" Sophie, still rational, couldn't understand this unexpected behavior from the usually unpredictable girl.
Angel looked amused. "What, should he take you ho? You wish, Sophie."
"Shut up! I didn't an that... I just think it's strange for soone as controlling and almost psychotically possessive as you to do sothing like this. And you even said you'd take care of it, letting him go with peace of mind... are you sick?"
Sophie's assessnt was spot-on, sparing no venom.
Angel seed not to want to argue at this mont. She just laughed and then glanced at Ava, who was so drunk she could only lean on the table. "Don't you understand why I did it? That would be too disappointing for my only normal assessnt of your intelligence."
"You just want to know what the senior's ability is, right?"
Angel nodded. "Exactly, you should know that not understanding these things clearly poses a great potential threat, so I need to find out. I had to sacrifice Sam a bit, any problem with that?"
Sophie frowned. "He's your boyfriend, not your tool."
Angel couldn't help but laugh. "Don't be naive, Sophie. Human interactions are essentially about using each other as tools; it's just mutual most of the ti. Doesn't he use as a tool to vent his sexual desires? Doesn't he use as a tool for emotional comfort when he whispers sweet nothings in my ear?"
Sophie found the girl's words even more blunt after drinking, almost unbearable to hear.
She turned her head away in dissatisfaction. "Are you sure he'll even ask?"
Angel chuckled. "I don't know about other things, but my unreliable boyfriend... has a unique way of dealing with won."
"You're sothing else... I'm going ho."
Sophie got ready to leave.
But then...
"Wait, if you go ho, what about her? Co help, or if you leave his sister here, he'll find trouble with you too, you know how good he is to his sister."
Sophie grudgingly said. "Why should I do that? It was you who agreed!"
"Oh, then I don't care either, let's just leave Ava here and see what happens."
"Annoying... I'm not helping you, it's just that Ava really likes , so I need to take care of her."
Sophie and Angel each took one of Ava's arms, lifting the taller girl with so effort.
Angel still had the mood to joke. "Oh? Are you trying to tell his sister likes you more than her future sister-in-law?"
"That's not what I ant, you're overthinking it."
"What a pity, there was no good opportunity during the ga, otherwise, I would have asked you a truth long ago."
Sophie scoffed. "Don't worry, I'd choose to drink, I definitely won't answer."
"Very decisive, Sophie, but doesn't that just show you're guilty?"
"Heh, I'm just making it hard for you to figure out, keeping you up at night worrying about ."
"Ah, so you have such twisted feelings for ? You don't like Sam, you actually like ?"
"Stop disgusting , Angel!"
"Miss, let help."
At the door, Elowen finally caught up, smoothly taking the drunken Ava from their hands, her actions much more effortless.
Even as Sophie was about to say she'd take a taxi ho, Angel pushed her right into the car.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Angel looked at her emotionlessly. "You're also part of the care I promised him."
"What does that an?"
Sophie looked puzzled.
Angel seed to rember sothing, laughing. "It ans I have to take you ho too, get it?"
"No, I'm not going to sleep at your house! Let out, hey! Stop the car! Stop the car!"
"Can't stop now, you might as well jump out, saves the trouble of doing it myself."
"Angel, you're insane!!"
"Ah, Sam would rather be with , an insane person, than with you, what does that make you?"
"None of your business! Let out!"
"Elowen, just drive, speed up, really step on it."
Elowen no longer wanted to focus on the backseat.
Because she'd rather have the handso young man who often flirted with Angel sitting there...
...
"So that's it... Angel sent you specifically to gather information?"
"You caught , senior."
"That easy to admit?"
"Because I don't want to lie to you."
Sam and Isabella didn't take a taxi.
Instead, they walked through the bustling downtown streets, the crowd dense, the lights flickering.
Far from being desolate.
The two young people walked together, Isabella's face under the streetlights not greasy or flawed, but rather, she seed like a sprite not of this world, leaping along the street.
Her deanor had changed again.
It was a kind of loneliness.
Not the kind that evokes pity, but a personal loneliness, the kind that enjoys quiet.
She looked at the handso young man. "You must have guessed all this already, right?"
Sam chuckled as he looked into the distance, from the brilliance here to the faintness far away.
Like the trajectory of human life.
Always bright first, then sparse.
"How to say it, sotis I doubt, but I don't dare to think too deeply in that direction, maybe... it's a kind of wishful thinking, so although I'm not too surprised, I'm also not that clear."
"Then you don't need to tell you, you must have guessed what my ability is."
Isabella stopped by a clean street sign, leaning against the railing with her hands clasped just below her chest, her cheeks flushed, her gaze holding an unmatched purity of desire.
Sam ventured a guess. "Mind reading?"
"Very smart, yes."
"You knew I could guess because of mind reading?"
Isabella shook her head. "My mind reading isn't perfect; I can't replicate every thought in your mind, just parts, and I have to think about the exact content myself. Why do I think you know? Because you said you didn't want to lie to , is it really because you think you can't lie to successfully?"
She was confident, as if she was sure of it, or at least willing to believe it.
Sam smiled in her gaze. "No, it's just that I simply don't want to lie to you, not because I think I can't lie successfully."
"Ah... is that so? Sam, are you trying to flirt with , trying to charm ?"
Her playful toss of her hair was truly adorable.
Absolutely epic.
But the words she spoke were often both lovable and hateful, difficult to respond to.
Every sentence seed like a test question.
Sam sighed, looking at the street sign above her head. "Senior, being chard by isn't necessarily a good thing."
"Ah, so you're saying your charm is so great that anyone chard by you can't escape your clutches?"
She blinked playfully, pretending to be cute again.
He chuckled and shook his head. "No, I just think my troubles are too many. Anyone around would be troubled by them."
"What if... what if being with you felt wonderful?"
Her burning gaze was like the brilliant stars overhead, misunderstood by many.
Sam, touched by her words, responded softly, "Then I'd consider myself very lucky."
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