All of a sudden, I remembered what Yvette said. She told me that Crystal had a close relationship with Mom. For some reason, I was flustered. No matter where I went, I could see Crystal as if I would never be able to get rid of her.
The question kept bugging me, and when I found Christopher in the garden, I was still immersed in my thoughts.
“Is there something in your mind? You look disturbed.” Christopher wrapped his arms around my waist, leaned against the tree trunk, and asked softly while gently tapping my nose.
“Is it that obvious? I thought I've done a good job of concealing my emotions recently.” Scratching my head, I smiled embarrassedly.
“I've said so much, but you didn't even answer my questions. And you're telling me that you're good at concealing your emotions? In your eyes, do I look like such a stupid man?” He raised his head high and pretended to be furious. “I'm angry. Hurry up and coax me.”