"Pack up and go back to school with me on Friday."
"Really?"
Camelia Garcia turned back in disbelief, her eyes shining brighter than the stars outside.
Aurelius Davis nodded, the light in his eyes dimmed.
Oh yeah!
"you are the best!"
Camelia Garcia grabbed his left hand, which had been placed behind him all the time, and was about to act coquettishly to ease the atmosphere, when she suddenly found that his hand was stained with bright red blood.
"You...are you injured?"
She was amazed, seeing the bright red blood continuously oozing from the opening of his palm, her heart clenched into a ball.
Looking at the shards of cups all over the floor, Camelia Garcia remembered that this was the cup he crushed abruptly in a rage, and it must have been at that time that the shards scratched his hand.