A thorny wind floated in the classroom.
Miles’s dark eyes were cold, and her lips were tightly pressed.
There were waves of footsteps in the corridor, and several students pushed in through the front door.
Chloe’s seat was in the second-to-last row, in the corner of the class, so no one found anything wrong.
The **** liquid spread quietly under his feet.
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