"UncleJun,whatareyoudoinghere?"
AmongthestudentspassingbywasJasmin—Jun''scousin''sdaughter.Spottinghimfromadistance,sheboundedover,hercheerfulvoicecuttingthroughthetension.
Junbrushedasweat-dampenedstrandofhairfromhercheekandgaveherrosyskinanaffectionatepinch.
"Justhereforsomeworkstuff,"hesaidwithasmile.
Jun''scousinwasmucholderthanhim,sohehadpracticallygrownuplookingafterJasmin.AlthoughJasmincalledhim"Uncle,"Junwasmorelikeanolderbrothertoher—andshelovedactingspoiledaroundhimthemost.
LookingatJasmin''sinnocent,radiantsmile,Junfeltasurgeofreliefandwarmth.Atleastthosetwomenwouldneverbeabletoharmanyoneagain.
WhenhereachedouttotouchJasmin,hecouldfeeljusthowcompletelydefenselessshestillwasaroundmen.
Instarkcontrast,thehostilityradiatingfromMadelineasshewalkedalongsideherwasimpossibletoignore.
Junliftedhisgazetothegirl,andinvoluntarily,flashesofthefootagehehadseencrossedhismind.Heclearedhisthroatawkwardly.
Madelinekeptherheadslightlylowered.Heronceeyebrow-lengthbangshadgrownout,nowcastingashadowoverhereyesandgivinghergazeagloomthatseemedtocarrythestenchofhellitself.
Herschooluniformoutlinedherdelicatefigure,butshestoodinanodd,rigidposture—backslightlyhunched,handsclenchedtightlyathersides.Likeabristlingcat,openlywaryofhim.
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