"Hiss."
The sound of Crystal Hughes taking a deep breath in managed to pull Camilo Nogueira's thoughts back.
The knife lay flat on the cutting board, pressing down on a chopstick, with its sharp end tilted upward. When Crystal Hughes went to pick up the chopstick, she didn't pay attention, and her finger bumped into the knife's edge, instantly cutting a gash.
In an instant, blood flowed out, following the patterns of her skin, quickly running down to the back of her hand. The spreading red was shocking to see.
Yet Crystal Hughes stopped, looking down, her expression calm as she stared at the cut and the blood, with a blank expression, as if lost in thought.
After a few seconds, Camilo Nogueira finally couldn't hold back and stepped into the kitchen.
Crystal Hughes, who had been distracted, heard the footsteps and looked up somewhat dazedly, catching sight of Camilo Nogueira's figure unexpectedly.
"Why didn't you—"
Crystal Hughes inquired in surprise.
