AYAH'S POV: As I departed from Kent, it seemed like my heart was going to explode. Suddenly, I couldn't think of anything. His presence made me feel like a slave—a dry tickle in my throat, and a tremor in my lips. In any case, where is it originating from? My heartbeat goes back to normal when I put my hand on top of it. A sigh of relief escaped me as I blew out my breath. A mental image of Kent's face, though, persisted. I felt watched, as if someone were haunting me. The depths of nighttime shadows engulfed his gaze. Like his flawless face, his pouty lips were thick and delicate. In comparison to his hair, which is both long and shiny, I am completely inadequate. The pedicab came up to our school and halted outside the structure. I grinned at the driver and thanked him for his service as I paid him. Upon entering the university, our guard welcomed me. I skipped breakfast and went straight to the canteen because it was close by. I felt a hand go over my eyes. Exactly who it was is cl
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