My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 425

She was an exceptional recruit from the local preschool, recognized as one of the “Top 50. Outstanding Elementary Students” in the city, and she stood out even when lined up for morning exercise routine with her squad.

Even though everyone was wearing the same school uniform, she outshined them all.

Her petite frame stood among older boys and girls, like a delicate, well-crafted doll. Her hair was tied into two heart-shaped ponytails that bobbed with her movements. Underneath thick, dark lashes were a pair of amber eyes, sparkling like gems. Her fair skin blushed under the midday sun-she was exceptionally beautiful.

Her exquisite appearance and adorable dance moves won over the hearts of students and teachers alike.

“Wow! That little girl in the exercise squad is so cute, just like a doll!”

“I heard she was specially recruited from the preschool next door, and she’s only four this year!”

“You’re out of the loop! Her name’s Xanthea, and she’s the younger sister of the sixth-grade star, Samuel Nightshade!”

“What?”

mention of “Samuel Nightshade” hushed the crowd. Only Orion stared at the stage, mesmerized, forgetting the exercise routine and everything around him. In his workbere was only her-her every

beam of light, illuminating his dark, gloomy world with wal brightness, making it

playground had emptied, he remained, sta the now vacant stage,

not healed, he dared not approach her, let alone speak to

followed her from a

like she was a beloved star. During breaks, many students, even those from higher grades, would seek her out. She had skipped two grades, so she

ones.

could easily outsmart older students and then come up with various “cruel” pranks, laughing happily as they begged for

in sixth grade was a basketball enthusiast. He would often call ocbefore a game, pretending to teach her but actually making her pick up the balls. This mmade her so angry that she would stomp her little feet and

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could coax her

stray cats in the small woods

her footsteps, meowing and running over.