147 || Chapter 142 || The Snake Tribe

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The rain had ceased and the calm wind returned.

At the same moment, the three people's clothes had finally dried. Slender hands scooped water from the river bank. Water sprinkled as the youth washed his face. A waterdrop fell from his lashes as they fluttered open. Moulin's knees steadied his body as he began to scoop more water with his hands and rinse his face. After the fifth time, he sighed as droplets dripped from his face. With furrowed brows, silver eyes lowered, staring at the reflection on the clear water. 

"..." 

With a straight face, Moulin tapped the water with his fingertip. His reflection turned distorted as ripples spread outwards. A faint smile spreads from his face as he watched. 'Idiot'

Splash!