Chapter 41: The Student Council President: Silver and Violet Eyes

Hearing Anran's question, Zhang Ning also seemed puzzled. She remembered reading the same thing in textbooks, but perhaps Rosewood Town was an exception.

She bit her lip and replied, "I'm not sure, but I remember the headmaster saying the same thing."

Even the headmaster? Anran thought back to the kind old man she had met in his office. From the very first meeting, she had sensed an air of leadership about him, something that set him apart from ordinary school administrators. In fact, he even seemed more imposing than the government officials frequently interviewed on television.

If even the headmaster believed this, then Rosewood Town truly was a unique place in the country.

"Hey! You two, get out of the way! Move it!"

At the urgent shout, Anran and Zhang Ning both turned to see a man on a red motorcycle speeding toward them at breakneck pace.

Faced with the oncoming machine, Zhang Ning froze in place, just like anyone else would, too scared to move.

Seeing this, Anran, who had already stepped aside, rushed back and pushed Zhang Ning out of the way! In her haste, she forgot about the injury to her right leg. The sudden movement was too much, and a sharp pain shot through her ankle. Anran felt a rush of wind past her ears, her head spinning as she lost her balance and fell to the ground…

"Anran, run—" Zhang Ning shouted from where she had fallen.

But it was too late. The motorcycle was already upon her. The last thing Anran saw was the rider's panicked expression. Instinctively, she raised her arms to shield her head, bracing herself for what could be a fatal or at least severe injury.

In that instant, a gust of wind swept past her ear. A man's scream and the sound of a crash followed, but Anran felt no pain.

Bewildered, Anran blinked and lowered her arms. Standing in front of her was a man in white, while the motorcyclist lay groaning on the ground two meters away, his bike toppled beside him.

At that moment, Zhang Ning's delighted voice rang out, "Ah, it's… the Student Council President."

The Student Council President? The one Zhang Ning had mentioned before—the member of the Maurice family?

The man in white turned around, and his handsome features came into full view. He was the kind of person one couldn't forget.

He had the gentle aura of the moon, with soft silver hair and a face as pale and cold as jade. His nose was straight, and his lips perfectly proportioned. His features were striking, exuding an air of refinement and tranquility. Though he wasn't smiling, there was a warmth about him. His long, thick lashes framed eyes as bright and deep as winter stars. Anran noticed with surprise that his eyes were different colors—his left eye matched his silver hair, while his right eye was a deep violet, the same unforgettable shade she had only ever seen on one other person.

"Can you stand?"

It wasn't until the gentle, melodious voice reached her ears that Anran realized the man was extending a hand toward her. His fingers were long and slender, his skin nearly translucent.

The moment their fingertips touched, Anran felt a chill that seemed to penetrate her very core. She quickly pulled her hand away, waving it dismissively. "I… I'm fine. I can manage on my own."