Halsey had, of course, heard the drunk man's muttered insult. Her eyes moved to Dwight, who stood nearby.The cold light from the streetlamps cast a sharp contrast against Dwight's face, making him look almost otherworldly. Up close, Halsey could see a touch of youth in his features—he was mature for his age, yet he seemed about the same age as her, only a freshman. He was so young, yet his demeanor was anything but.His expression was impassive, silent as ever."Why—"Before Halsey could say more, Dwight released her, his hand slipping from her shoulder. "You forgot your things," he said, his voice as cold as his gaze.He had gathered her gifts."No, it's for your mother," Halsey quickly corrected. "They'll help with her health. I'm really grateful for what you did for me."Dwight didn't respond. Without a word, he took the gifts and walked briskly ahead.Halsey followed quickly, catching up to him.As they left the dim, damp alley, Dwight led her into the bright street outsi
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