The alluring, hot atmosphere in the cave gradually dissipated, returning to quiet. Owen suddenly realized the Omegina in his arms hadn't moved for a long time, strangely silent. His heart hung up in worry again.
Could it be... my technique is not good, too clumsy so Omegina is not satisfied, not happy?
Owen hurriedly let go, pulling back a small distance to look at Rowan, only to see Omegina's arm covering his eyes, hiding all the spirit and expressions on his face.
But from those thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line, one could still vaguely see an unhappy emotion, even enduring something.
Owen immediately felt a bit flustered, at a loss for what to do. It seemed he had done something wrong that made Omegina angry, and it looked like his mood was very bad.
"I'm sorry... if you mind that..." He bowed his head, his voice soft. But even if Rowan minded, he wouldn't give up, at most he would try to learn and practice more to serve Rowan better.
