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. And I couldn't have the energy to deal with stuff like book bags thrown down the stairs, tables and chairs collapsed in the hallway and how to get ou

my pajamas to get my clothes cleaned. The weather was getting colder. There were few people

ing ready for his Coming-of-age Ceremony not taking a walk by the cold river! Please, d

ught in the light, afraid to move a step. Nathan walked over slowly and scanned me up and down. It occurred to me that I was wearing p

in my hands. For a moment, I felt so ashamed to say this simple answer

wered my head. I didn't expect his hand to go in the direction of the basin, and he yan

s going to break my tailbone, and there were sharp little rocks on the ground cutting into the hands that were supporting me. I looked up at Nathan and th

couldn't stop trembling in front of him again. I wanted to escape the scene in

ng me in his arms. The gesture was like a "Don't run" warning. I could only helplessly shield my eyes with my hands, wh

His brown eyes looked like melted caramel in the sunlight, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were pursed togethe

and I subconsciously held my breath. I could clearly hear my heart pounding violently until he brushed my lips. "That's too close!" The alarm bell we