“What's up with the long face?” Winnie's voice pierced through my thoughts as I stared absentmindedly into space.
Reflectively, saying nothing was the first thing that came to my mind, but I knew Winnie. She wouldn't let it be until I spilled the tea to her.
Aside from that, Winnie might be of help to me. It is possible that she might end up having a solution to the problem bothering me. But do I even know the exact thing on my mind? Do I know the main thing causing me to wear a long face?
Yes, Miller Rayn was on my mind, persistently swirling around my head, but the same goes for Raphael. Raphael was also on my mind. The fact that I might have misunderstood what I saw on Christmas Eve bothers me a lot.
However, Miller was the core. He was the one dwelling in the middle part of my h
