"Xan, aren't you going to see?"
"No, no!"
Xanthea shook her head vigorously.
Matthew smiled and relieved. Just as he was about to relax, a sudden burst of commotion and cheers broke out.
"Wow! He's so handsome!"
"He's such eye candy. Why don't we have guys like that in our class?"
"He's not from this class. Why is he here?"
Under the bright sun and clear sky, the dazzling light shone on the boy's short, dark hair, highlighting his defined features. His features were delicate, and he had an air of elegance about him, like a charming and graceful young prince.
He was holding a beautiful doll and walked straight towards Xanthea, his dark eyes lighting up with the brilliant shine of obsidian upon seeing her.
Unable to contain his excitement, he looked at her eagerly.
Xannie, I'm back.
He had imagined this moment thousands of times in his mind—standing in front of her without a mask, and now that it had become a reality, he only wanted to say the words he had thought of the first time he saw her in a fire.
"Hi, I'm Orion Lockwood. You're really cute. Can we be friends?"
"Ah! He was here for Xanthea!"
"Xanthea is so lucky. I wish a handsome guy wanted to be friends with me!"
For a moment, Xanthea was also captivated by his excessive handsomeness and instinctively wanted to agree.
But then she remembered Jeffrey and the little snakes, and her face immediately turned pale.
At first, Jeffrey had also invited her to be friends in a friendly manner, but then.
Orion was Jeffrey's friend. Would he also play such a prank too?
Anger surged within her. She looked at the beautiful doll in his hands, one she had longed for a long time, but now had no interest in it at all.
Xanthea took the doll from him. He thought she would, like before, jump up with joy and hug him, calling him "Ori."
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