She was happily eating a drumstick, taking big bites.
Hearing what was said behind him, Hayes Edwards understood a little.
Grace Winter's family had new plans, and perhaps she wouldn't stay in the city when it was time for her to start middle school.
In that instant, Hayes couldn't quite pinpoint what he was feeling. He only felt his breath pause for a brief moment, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, the sound was very clear yet unclear.
Very agitated, a bit angry, but not at Grace Winter, angry at himself.
The little tag-along was leaving, he should be happy.
Yes, happy!
He looked at Grace Winter beside him. She was eating with rice on her face and still smiled sweetly at him, her eyes curved like crescents.
"Hayes Edwards, let's toast." She held a cup with both hands, imitating adults to toast with him.
Hayes got more agitated, but he didn't know why his temper dispersed as soon as he met her gaze.
A carefree little fool.
