Alix's countenance stiffened for a moment.
"Hey, what is with this scarf? Why is it so haphazard?" Mui grabbed it from her mother's hands, pinpointing the very obvious stitching issues.
Alix used the same scarf to strangle her.
"What!? What!? What did I do? Why am I being killed in broad daylight?"
Ren Cuifen frowned. "You weren't so good at it either when you had started out. Don't be mean to your sister."
Sweat formed on her forehead. "Eh? This is sis's scarf?"
"Also the very murder weapon behind your tragic death," Alix arched a brow.
"..."
Laughter rippled through the living room.
Shui, meanwhile, sat cross-legged on the carpet, her drawing book open in her lap. She flipped through the pages slowly, recognition dawning with every chaotic scribble.
"That's Bro," she pointed at a lopsided stick figure with aggressively long legs. "And that's Dad."
"And that's…wow, that's Grandpa? Why does he look like a potato?"
