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Chapter 14
Julian was always cold, treating me like I was invisible.
My most vivid memory:
Julian was applying for early admission and needed crucial competition scores.
The day before the exam, I braved heavy snow to visit the most famous church nearby, kneeling there all night in prayer, asking the priest to personally write a blessing card.
I stayed awake all night, clutching the prayer card as I knocked on Julian’s door.
However, Julian just listened to my explanation expressionlessly, then took the prayer
My heart pounded deafeningly.[]
But the next second, Julian suddenly let go.[]
The prayer card fluttered down into the snow, the ink blurring into illegible stains.[]
r card.
His voice was ice–cold and merciless:
Foolish.”
He closed the door without another glance at me.]
That day, I decided never to like Julian again.[]
But love isn’t controllable.[]
Even as I repeatedly warned myself, whenever Julian passed my classroom, I couldn’t help staring at his retreating figure.[]
Until one day, Gideon transferred to my class.
Seeing that face so remarkably similar to Julian’s, my eyes widened.[]
At the time, I didn’t know what “substitute” meant.[]
I only knew Gideon was younger, more outgoing, easier to get along with.]
I treated him as a distraction.[]
It wasn’t bad.
They shared blood, but their personalities were complete opposites.[]
Julian was cold, focused on academics, indifferent to romance.[]
But Gideon was a playboy, always at the bottom of the class, obsessed with board games and racing.[]
Getting close to him wasn’t difficult.
Hunting was my specialty.
