Omar's POV
Zopia's eyes swept from the phone picture to the crystal repeatedly. She was frozen in place for around fifteen minutes, before she exclaimed loudly, "gosh, this is really the royal crystal! Every detail is the same as the picture! Look at the dimming parts, the tiny light dots, and the color of each facet!"
She sat on the floor, holding the crystal on the bed.
I nodded at her words, pretending to be surprised.
"Does it mean that we win the game?" She asked and suddenly stood up. Her head immediately crashed into my jaw.
"Ouch," I yelled.
She dropped the crystal on the bed and touched my jaw, "sorry, sorry, I'm too excited."
"Very painful, Zo. Watch out." I furrowed.
"Sorry..." Her soft hands caressed my jaw, and her scent sipped into my body. I breathed in, feeling comf
