Chapter 5

Although the school advised me to take a couple of days off to recover, I decided to go home that same day.

I have a lot of friends, or rather, a crowd of people around me who always seem to appear when I get back. As soon as I walked in, they gathered around, bombarding me with a million questions.

Though it was annoying, I still put on my best social smile, responding to their insincere sympathy and gossiping curiosity.

"Did you really kill that guy?"

"Huh? You actually killed him? You sure you're okay with that?"

I lowered my eyes, pressing my lips into a thin line.

One of the girls clicked her tongue in displeasure. "Can you not speak like that?"

Seeing her reaction, the guy who had spoken quickly shut up, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Don’t be mad, okay?"

I shook my head, pretending to be strong. "I'm fine."

Immediately, they all started comforting me.

"That guy deserved it, honestly. I’ve never liked him, and he had the nerve to do that to you..."

The girl clicked her tongue again, and the guy instantly went silent.

While we were surrounded by chatter and noise, there was a stark contrast over by where Nina Young sat.

Through the gaps in the crowd, I spotted her in the corner, looking longingly at the scene, her fingers nervously clutching her pencil as it trembled slightly.

When our eyes met, she froze for a moment, then quickly looked down, her hands fumbling with the pencil as she scribbled on her notebook.

Nina Young—a classic introvert.

She never spoke to anyone, had no friends, and was always glued to her brother. Whatever she did, it was always with him, side by side.

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. I already knew how things would play out.