"Oh my god! Are you making him cry?!" she asked, looking at Ruby as if she were a villain in a tragic love story.
Ruby's lips twitched.
She slowly turned to Karl.
He wasn't even crying.
Not a single tear had fallen.
"Where do you see him crying?" she asked flatly.
The witch pointed at Karl, her face full of sympathy, but just as she was about to continue speaking—
She froze.
Karl wasn't crying.
Not at all.
He was simply looking at her with his naturally moist, glassy eyes, which, under the right light, made him appear like he was on the verge of tears.
Karl, realizing the situation, rubbed his eyes gently, making them glisten even more.
Then, with a calm, apologetic smile, he said, "Ah… sorry, miss. I just have naturally moist and watery eyes."
And at that moment—
The witch's expression changed completely.
Her eyes turned heart-shaped, her face glowing with admiration.
