Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 923

Carissa tapped the rim of the bowl, her nails clinking against the glass. A soft, clear sound rang out.

"Sometimes, not crying and not making a scene is actually more painful than the tears and noise," she murmured.

"I figured that out later," Violet said, rising to her feet and wrapping her arms around her friend. "That's why I'll always be by your side, until you give me back that arrogant Carissa from Blue Stone Spring."

Carissa pushed her away gently, quickly wiping away tears that had fallen.

She smiled and asked, "Does it have to be the Carissa from Blue Stone Spring? What about the one who beat you under the apple tree? Or the one who beat you outside the Inferno Guild? Or the one who defeated you on the mountaintop...

Violet ground her teeth in frustration. "Shut up already! It looks like you haven't had enough of my life's bitter, sour, sweet, and salty. How about I bring you a whole pot of it and see if I can numb your tongue?"

She put her hands on Carissa's shoulders. "You're really getting on my nerves."

Carissa wiped her tears on Violet's sleeve, but then suddenly threw her arms around her friend tightly, her shoulders trembling. She clung to Vialet for a long time, her shoulders shaking without stopping.

with tears, but she said nothing. It was just like when they were younger. After the sparring match,

pulled back, choking on her

your tears and nose on my

the unsightly handkerchief in her hand, still crying and

the one I gave you last time?

sat back down, her nose stuffy. "No. The one you gave me was thrown away long ago.

tears away, her eyes swollen and red. "Why would you take those? There are plenty of pretty

these can prove

couldn't help it anymore-she burst into

he heard her laugh. Slowly, he slid down until he was sitting on the ground. Hugging

over them. With the arrival of the Westhaven envoy, the case was bound to resurface. Tonight's visit to Sullivan Estate

revisit the events, what Carissa had casually brushed off with a simple sentence, saying that her family was dead, had unraveled

able to imagine how Carissa had endured it all. Now, it seemed even harder to

would go mad. He wouldn't care about the so-called "greater good". When he saw

Carissa could endure it. Her grandfather and uncles were all loyal generals, placing the kingdom before their