I’m currently in the crisis of a lifetime. “Arwen, dear. How much longer are you going to stay among this stink?” As my grumbling mother dragged me away, clucking her tongue in annoyance, my gaze remained fixated on one thing: a young, trembling boy whose teacher’s hand was forcibly gripping his slender arm. He was pitifully watching me with tears welled up in his gray eyes, as if he might cry at any moment. Please save me. Please. Even though he hadn’t opened his mouth, I felt as though I had heard those words. Barely able to take my eyes off those clear irises, I asked the man smiling abjectly next to him, “… What is this child’s name?” “He goes by Shu, miss.” Ah, I sighed silently.
My mother glowered at me and poked my sides, but I didn’t feel a thing. “His name is similar to the son of the Sebrirua noble family. So is his hair… Haha. Isn’t he dressed too well for his status?”
Can you laugh even after saying that with your own lips? I pressed my temple at the man’s words. As expected, I think I’m right. No, I’m certain. Curly, light citrine hair and puppy-like eyes. Gray eyes with a faintly pink hue. The child before my eyes shared an uncanny resemblance to a description I had previously only read about. ‘Shoot…’ I think I met the male lead in his abusive childhood.