Joy

One dared to ask and the other dared to answer. How childish. As Samuel was thinking, he turned his head inadvertently and met Lucille's gaze. She seemed indifferent as if she was looking at two strangers who had nothing to do with her. There was no surprise or joy, not even a trace of disgust. It was like they didn't know each other at all. Samuel felt as if his heart had been pricked by something. There was an indescribable sense of embarrassment and loss. He would rather be hated than be treated like that by her. He didn't even exist in her world... Lucille put down her bow and asked casually, "What are you doing here?" Samuel kept a straight face and remained silent. Joanne knew that Samuel was too ashamed to ask for Lucille's help, so she stepped forward and carefully stated, "Lucille, I-I want to ask you for help..." Why was she speaking so politely? It was strange. Lucille gave a faint smile, her face full of amusement. Joanne felt uncomfortable under her gaze, especially when s