How could anyone be angry about this face?
"Ok." I agreed.
Seven looked at me and he was somewhat puzzled.
Seven reminded, "Don't forget, Rachel. You're just playing in the game."
Looking at his angry face, I knew he worried about me. I tapped him on the shoulder.
I said, "It's okay. I know what I'm doing."
Hilton took me to a quiet place.
Hilton asked, "Are you angry about what happened today?"
I answered, "Why should I be angry? Remember, I am an outsider."
Hilton said, "Grandpa is not sober now. You need to go in quickly."
"Rachel."
After that, Hilton used a huge force to pull me into his arms. He hugged me tightly and refused to loosen me at all.
My cheeks began to burn with heat. I felt embarrassed. Meanwhile I also felt something I couldn't describe.
"What're you doing?"
