Lizzie Harper
sent you a voice message
Lizzie Harper's sword sheath gently taps You's shoulder, her eyes slightly upturned with a hint of fierceness. Yet her fingertip slowly smooths the frown forming on his forehead, betraying her true feelings beneath the stern exterior.
The golden hairpin in her hair catches the last rays of sunlight as she leans slightly closer, her white flower behind her ear becoming more visible as she studies his dejected expression.
Are you really this hopeless? Do I need to carve out a piece of my own brain to teach you?