Sylvia's POV:

I thought that I could train with Flora, but then Warren showed up out of the blue.

Harry and I scooched over to make room for him to sit.

"Sit here, buddy. You're finally here! Please do help your weak wife," Harry teased.

I didn't know if it was because of the heat or because of Harry's words, but Flora's face turned even redder than Harry's hair.

"What wife?" Flora retorted in a low voice.

But it was time for us to practice on our own. Flora's words were soon drowned in the noise around her.

Warren glanced at her and repeated himself firmly. "I can train you."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Flora's face. Blushing, she whispered shyly, "Thanks. I'm sorry to trouble you."

so formal and polite with each other? Were young couples so awkward and reserved in their

stood up and held out his hand to

Flora was still

and hissed, "Hurry up. There aren't that many days before

this period of time to

was glued to

on now." I nearly shoved

was left alone with Harry. Then Rufus

in public, I didn't dare to act rashly. I wanted to wait until Rufus came a little closer. Unexpectedly, Harry rushed up to meet him halfway, rambling about how he wanted to pick his brain on some

Rufus couldn't refuse a student's reasonable request. He had no choice but to

with the

got rid of Harry. He strode straight to me, grabbed my

in a daze, with Harry at our

I have one more question! Do I really have

surprised to hear Harry's words. Grabbing Rufus' hand,

unfriendly tone, "Naturally. Colorful hair is not allowed in

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