As those words fell, she suddenly stood up, a brilliant smile curving her lips under the dim sunset.
It seemed as if it would bewilder his eyes.
But those words also made him choke, as if there was a breath in his chest that couldn't go up or down. What did she mean by saying his skills were like a little brother's?
Did she think he was young, or did she despise his lack of skill?
She didn't even know how old Jack was, but upon careful thought, it was obviously the latter.
The face beneath his mask grew darker and darker.
She had already stood up first, and his thin figure staggered up in the twilight, then he looked long and hard at her laughing backlit. He squinted his eyes slightly, then suddenly raised his hand to the buttons on his shirt.
Then began to unbutton them one by one.
He saw the smile slowly fade from her face, just staring at him in a daze.
