“I’m right here. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Neri kept walking.
“For what? I’m quite busy.”
She glanced back to see a boy about Alen’s age, with dark brown hair and striking jade eyes.
Neri froze.
For a brief second, everything around her seemed to fade into silence. A flicker of memory surfaced — warm sunlight on stone paths, the distant splash of a fountain, the scent of oranges in the air. A boy with jade eyes offering her a sweet, his smile mischievous and kind. She had long buried that memory, lost to the haze of time... but now, looking at him, something in her stirred.
She blinked, and the vision slipped away like mist on glass.
"Don't worry, Nyx isn't exactly what you think. He just happened to give you a bad first impression."

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