This aura sent a chill down Ethan Smith's spine!
And Clare Richardson seemed less lively and cute, replaced by a sense of coldness.
"Ethan Smith?!"
The moment she saw Ethan Smith, Clare immediately rushed towards him.
She flung herself into Ethan Smith's arms, saying, "I knew you wouldn't die..."
Ethan Smith patted Clare's head, smiling, "Don't worry, it's not that easy to kill me."
William Richardson observed from the side and sighed, "This child, she's not as close to me as before, children grow up and become independent, don't they?"
Ethan Smith inspected Clare from head to toe. She was taller than the last time he saw her and appeared much more mature.
"Clare, that mask...You haven't lost it, have you?" Ethan Smith asked tentatively.
"Of course not!" Clare responded.
She grabbed Ethan Smith's hand and said, "Come with me."
Ethan Smith followed her into her room.
Then, she took the mask from a locked small cabinet.