“Tell me, why were you staring at that flag earlier?” asked the woman, her voice crystal clear.

Mila simply lowered her head, unsure of even what to say.

As Mila continued remaining silent, the woman noticed the slap mark on Mila’s cheek. She then stretched her hand out and lifted Mila’s chin gently.

“You’re so beautiful yet you were slapped. Such a pity… Where are you from?” asked the woman, her tone sounding genuinely regretful.

“M-Mayberry!” replied Mila.

She hadn’t answered the wom