For a long time, Curaçao had always kept her guard up against Chianti. She constantly worried that Chianti's unpredictable and elusive behavior might trigger a massive uproar and chaos at the most crucial juncture.
Especially just moments ago, when Chianti's emotions had been more volatile than ever. Yet, when she witnessed with her own eyes that Chianti did not cause the earth-shattering disaster she had anticipated, Curaçao could almost physically feel her tightly stretched nerves, on the verge of snapping, relax in an instant. Her shoulders dropped slightly, as if shedding a thousand-pound burden. She took a deep breath, exhaling the accumulated tension from her chest all at once, and instantly felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
Curaçao's tightly furrowed brows gradually smoothed out, and the sharpness and vigilance in her eyes melted into gentleness, revealing signs that her inner fear and unease were slowly dissipating. A faint smile hung at the corners of her lips—this was both gratitude that the current situation had not worsened and a sense of relief and appreciation for the scene before her. The shift in her state of mind was fully exposed on her face; the previously tense expression had long been replaced by a relaxed and comfortable one, making her look increasingly gentle, amiable, and approachable.
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