Yura folded her arms tightly across her chest, her eyes sharpening with a blazing intensity that looked ready to scorch the world itself, while her lips pursed in a thoroughly irritated pout.
Ever since that Alasia car drove off, the scorching sunlight felt inexplicably harsher than before.
And on top of that, a chilling aura radiated from her, perfectly counterbalancing the oppressive heat beating down on them.
The murderous aura emanating from Yura smoldered so fiercely that the other four involuntarily shivered despite the blazing midday sun.
Perhaps this—this bizarre mix of searing heat and bone-chilling cold—was the true definition of 'hot and cold.'
Yura swiftly shifted her gaze toward the four girls, and the abrupt movement alone startled them.
"This is… incredibly strange and unbelievably irritating," she muttered sharply.
"I waited for him since morning, and the moment he finally walks out, he doesn't even come toward me?" she growled in frustration.
