My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

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?"

The 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 smile, every movement was captivating.

She was like a radiant beam of light, illuminating his dark, gloomy world with wal brightness, making it impossible not to be drawn to her.

Even after the exercise was over, and the playground had emptied, he remained, sta the now vacant stage, lost in thought.

WWith a scar on his face still not healed, he dared not approach her, let alone speak to h He could only secretly followed her from a distance, watching her.

ThThe whole school adored her, 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 was smaller than her classmates and never played physical games, preferring intellectual ones.

SI She could easily outsmart older students and then come up with various "cruel" pranks, laughing happily as they begged for mercy, her eyes narrowing like a cunning little fox.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

her away Her brother 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 sulk for two or three days 1/21/2

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before he could coax her back.

After school, she'd feed the stray cats in the small woods by the school, petting their heads or time, the cats would recognize her footsteps, meowing and running over. The heartwarming scene of a group of cats surrounding her was captured in his camera.

She also seemed to write songs. Once, a draft paper blew out of the window, and he... happened to pick it up. The childish h handwriting was as cute as she was, and the song) title was "Chasing Dreams," which he really liked.

She often spent her lunch breaks writing, eventually dozing off at her desk. Her angelic, innocentface and the slight drool at the corner of her mouth often left him entranced. Once, he was almost caught by her sudden awakening.

"Samuel, I suspect someone's been following me!"

After school, Xanthea furrowed her eyebrows and told Samuel in seriousness.

Hearing this, Samuel immediately tossed aside his basketball rolledup his sleeves ready for a fight, "Who? Who dares to stalk my sister?