Can it be 4?

Arnold Johnson hugged Victoria Garcia, not looking at the other two anymore.

As he hugged her and walked, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Victoria glanced at her hand and chuckled, "My hand hurts more than my face."

He lovingly ruffled her hair, and they soon disappeared from Ham Reed and Nina's line of sight.

What Ham hadn't expected was that Arnold's appearance, even without considering his handsome features, exuded an elegant and mature demeanor that was enough to startle anyone, not to mention his aura - a presence formed from his position of power for a long time, one that could make anyone feel instinctive fear or admiration just by being around him.

At that moment, Ham realized that Victoria had rejected him not because he had no money, but because he wasn't as good as that man.

That day, Ham made a silent vow to become a better person.

On the other side of the South School Gate, another pair of eyes had been silently watching everything...

In the car, Arnold was the driver.