"Could it be that in Chianti's eyes, I am actually a lunatic?" A somewhat aggrieved voice sounded from the doorway. Everyone turned back and saw that a tall figure had appeared there at some point.
The person wore a black leather jacket, with golden curls cascading down her back. She leaned against the doorway, a pair of sunglasses dangling from her hand, and fixed her gaze on Chianti with a smile.
Chianti's pupils suddenly constricted. She instinctively covered her right shoulder as that scene from half a year ago resurfaced in her mind.
Chapter 18