The man lowered his eyes, his thick lashes casting shadows over his phoenix-shaped eyes, deep and cold as a winter pond. His foot stepped on the tassel of a soft fabric ball.
The young girl staring blankly at him with large, grape-black eyes suddenly revealed a hint of hesitation and timidity. In a soft, timid voice, she said, "Brother, you've stepped on my ball."
"Hillbilly, you can't even pick up a ball properly. So stupid." Bessie Leclair stormed over angrily and shoved her aside.
The girl, caught off balance, fell to the ground.
"Big brother, you're back! Did you bring me a gift?" Bessie immediately donned a cheerful smile and joyfully shouted toward the side hall, "Big brother's back!"
He walked indifferently into the side hall. Before turning back, he caught sight of the unfamiliar girl quietly picking herself up and walking away.
