After Sylphia called out her name, the bunny girl who was supposed to be hiding—who had sworn to herself she wouldn't come out at all costs because the situation was far too embarrassing for someone like her—did something completely unexpected.
She came out.
Without even thinking, driven purely by instinct and years of habit, she popped her head above the desk and blurted out, "I told you not to call me that!"
Her red eyes flashed with irritation. She hated being called Bunbun—absolutely despised it. The nickname made her feel like a child, like she wasn't taken seriously.
Sylphia could see her clearly now. There was no denying it anymore. The face, the eyes, the distinctive white ears—it was definitely her childhood friend. But Sylphia also noticed something else, something that made anger surge hot and sharp through her veins. The black bracelet. The slave marking on her wrist was stark and undeniable.
