Her hair was soaked from the rain, sticking to her cheeks and making her look a bit disheveled.
But her eyes were so clear.
“Don’t move, it’ll hurt.”
Her voice was soft, like cotton candy.
Damien’s heart skipped a beat.
Then, as if under a spell, he really didn’t move again.
He let her use that small handkerchief to slowly wipe away the blood and rain from his face.
Her movements were light and careful.
After cleaning his face, she noticed the torn sleeve of his expensive uniform.
On it was his family’s special embroidered crest.
Grace bit her lip.
She silently took a cute little sewing kit from her schoolbag.
Her grandmother had sewn it for her before she came to Jarrow City.
She treasured it, carrying it with her everywhere.
In front of him, she opened the kit, took out a needle and white thread, and skillfully threaded it.
Then she took his wrist and, with her head bowed, began to carefully stitch up the tear.
Her fingers were long and pale.
They had faint calluses on the pads from helping her grandmother with farm work.
But her movements were incredibly nimble.
Each stitch was small, neat, and even.
Damien looked down at the top of her head.
Rainwater dripped from the ends of her hair, landing on the back of his hand.
It was cool against his skin.
But his heart felt as if it had been seared by something hot.
In his entire life, no one had ever treated him with such care.
His mother was a famous socialite who had never lifted a finger, and the servants at home were always respectful but distant.
As for his so-called “friends,” they were only there to celebrate his successes.
When he fell on hard times, they were the first to kick him while he was down.
This was the first time.
Then, they’d walk to school together, one in front of the other, keeping a careful distance.
After school, he would follow her from afar.
He made sure Lilian and her group didn’t dare to bother her anymore.
He was like her silent knight, protecting her in ways he himself hadn’t even realized.
Soon, rumors about them began to spread around the school.
The gossip was as nasty as it could get.
“Look at that Grace, she’s so shameless, trying to get with Damien!”
“Ha, birds of a feather, right? A hick and a has-been, they’re a perfect match!”
Lilian even went up to Grace and, in a condescending tone, offered her some fake advice.
“Grace, I’m telling you this for your own good, you should stay away from Damien. He’s a nobody now. Being with him will only make people look down on you.”
Grace never paid any of them any mind.
What other people thought no longer mattered to her.
To have someone willing to walk by her side when the whole world had abandoned her…
That was enough.

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