Sylvia's POV:

I was a bit surprised, but before I could react, Layla quickened her pace until she was running right next to me.

"I know you! You're this year's soldier king," she said with a bright smile.

Whoever was given the rank of staff sergeant was also called the "soldier king"-the highest rank among soldiers. After this year's ranking ceremony, everyone discussed it in private.

I smiled stiffly. "I'm sorry I got you in trouble on our first meeting. You don't have to run with us, you know."

Layla chuckled, as if she didn't care so much about it. "It's fine. I was late anyway, so I deserve the punishment."

She was running really close to me. I could even hear her inhale clearly.

What the heck was wrong with me? I didn't know why, but Layla's voice was so pleasant that it made my heart beat faster.

I bit my lower lip, wondering why my heart was out of control.

distracted from the path under my feet and tripped on a rock. Before I could hit the ground, Layla reacted quickly and wrapped

things or was she trying to

both rolled on the ground in a heap until we slammed

to my senses, I found myself lying prone on top of Layla. My hands had landed on her soft,

and got off her. With my hands behind my back, I apologized to her, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. "I'm

Flora and I often wrestled in private. But

eyes curved like crescent moons and she smiled at me warmly. "It doesn't matter,

earth

It wasn't until

her head to the side and

"What's on your mind?"

I shook my head adamantly, feeling more and

whispered in a charming voice,

wide as saucers and I wondered if I was

she added, "You're just too cute. It's hard not to like you,

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