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        "UncleJun,whatareyoudoinghere?"

        AmongthestudentspassingbywasJasmin—Jun''scousin''sdaughter.Spottinghimfromadistance,sheboundedover,hercheerfulvoicecuttingthroughthetension.

        Junbrushedasweat-dampenedstrandofhairfromhercheekandgaveherrosyskinanaffectionatepinch.

        "Justhereforsomeworkstuff,"hesaidwithasmile.

        Jun''scousinwasmucholderthanhim,sohehadpracticallygrownuplookingafterJasmin.AlthoughJasmincalledhim"Uncle,"Junwasmorelikeanolderbrothertoher—andshelovedactingspoiledaroundhimthemost.

        LookingatJasmin''sinnocent,radiantsmile,Junfeltasurgeofreliefandwarmth.Atleastthosetwomenwouldneverbeabletoharmanyoneagain.

        WhenhereachedouttotouchJasmin,hecouldfeeljusthowcompletelydefenselessshestillwasaroundmen.

        Instarkcontrast,thehostilityradiatingfromMadelineasshewalkedalongsideherwasimpossibletoignore.

        Junliftedhisgazetothegirl,andinvoluntarily,flashesofthefootagehehadseencrossedhismind.Heclearedhisthroatawkwardly.

        Madelinekeptherheadslightlylowered.Heronceeyebrow-lengthbangshadgrownout,nowcastingashadowoverhereyesandgivinghergazeagloomthatseemedtocarrythestenchofhellitself.

        Herschooluniformoutlinedherdelicatefigure,butshestoodinanodd,rigidposture—backslightlyhunched,handsclenchedtightlyathersides.Likeabristlingcat,openlywaryofhim.

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