Bab 327: 283. Fireworks Festival and Isa

The turtle shell under the veil of night emitted a glowing green light, making everyone's face around it appear greenish.

Isa couldn't figure out whether a high or low Heartbeat Index was better.

She thought, it at least shouldn't be below 70.

Despite being flat-chested and having a rigid personality which wasn't much liked by others, she had once been heralded by the White Dove Morning News as one of the rare beauties in the city.

Getting Lin Da's heart to flutter a little should be possible, right?

Isa clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

"Ah?!"

When she entered, an incredibly coincidental thing happened.

There was a mop in the room, whose handle hooked onto the sash of Isa's bathrobe.

The loose bathrobe was secured only by a single sash.

Isa felt an icy chill at the bottom of her heart, as if plunging into an abyss, with a whooshing cold wind continuously blowing at her back.

This wasn't just figurative; it was a literal coolness.