She was an exceptional recruit from the local preschool, recognized as one of the "Top 50 Outstanding Elementary Students" in the city, and she stood out even when lined up for morning exercise routine with her squad.
Even though everyone was wearing the same school uniform, she outshined them all.
Her petite frame stood among older boys and girls, like a delicate, well-crafted doll. Her hair was tied into two heart-shaped ponytails that bobbed with her movements. Underneath thick, dark lashes were a pair of amber eyes, sparkling like gems. Her fair skin blushed under the midday sun—she was exceptionally beautiful.
Her exquisite appearance and adorable dance moves won over the hearts of students and teachers alike.
"Wow! That little girl in the exercise squad is so cute, just like a doll!"
"I heard she was specially recruited from the preschool next door, and she's only four this year!"
"You're out of the loop! Her name's Xanthea, and she's the younger sister of the sixth-grade star, Samuel Nightshade!"
"What?"
The mention of "Samuel Nightshade" hushed the crowd. Only Orion stared at the stage, mesmerized, forgetting the exercise routine and everything around him. In his world, there was only her—her every smile, every movement was captivating.
She was like a radiant beam of light, illuminating his dark, gloomy world with warmth and brightness, making it impossible not to be drawn to her.
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