Rio, however, seemed to agree, and Kyoami's expression turned perplexed, his brow wrinkling in concentration.
“Looks like she missed her lips,” Kyoami muttered, eyeing his sister as she patted herself with flowers. A mischievous glint shone in his eyes, and he was about to pounce on her when their mother arrived. He instead sat straight.
“Why does she choose red?” Did anyone know?
