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.

I was so taken aback that I got 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

a

my senses, I found myself lying prone on

sat up and got off her. With my hands behind my back, I apologized to her, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch

and I often wrestled in private. But

crescent moons and she smiled at

What on earth

her pretty face blankly. It wasn't until Layla called my name

to

"What's on your mind?"

adamantly,

a charming voice,

wide as saucers and I wondered

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

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