My advisor asked me to help her invigte an exam, and I agreed.


    What was initially a boring proctoring time turned interesting due to Patton’s mischief.


    I noticed he finished writing the paper early, without bothering to check it. He was holding a mirror, seemingly self-absorbed. I thought he was just a narcissistic guy.


    However, when the sunlight shone in my eyes while sitting on the tform, I looked towards the source of the light. Patton raised his eyebrows and gestured for me to look at his desk.


    I walked over with a serious expression, only to find a butterfly created by sunlight on his desk.


    Patton moved the mirror, and the butterfly pped its wings on the desk, as if it wanted to fly away.


    I chuckled, and confiscated his “crime” tool.


    I mouthed to him: “Exam!”


    Patton looked defeated, put away his pen, and went up to submit his paper.


    After collecting the papers, Patton didn’t leave immediately. He came over, and I thought he wanted me to return his mirror. I handed it to him, but he didn’t take it. Hands in his pockets, he stood there like a stubborn child.


    “Are you okay from that day?”


    I tried to recall, not realizing which day he was referring to. I asked him.


    “The day you were squatting on the road, and then…”


    I thought about it. It should be the day I found out about Ashburn and Sophia’s rtionship. I squatted down on the campus, feeling lost. There was a male ssmate who thought I was unwell due to my period.


    But I didn’t pay attention to what he looked like. My mind was full of thoughts about Ashburn. I left without even saying thank you.


    “Why are you so stern? Weren’t you happy when you saw the butterfly just now?”


    I ignored him and walked straight out. Patton, however, was persistent, insisting on chatting beside me.


    “Little boy, I don’t have time for small talk with you.”


    “What? Little boy? I’m one year older than you. I just started schoolte because I was sick when I was a child. In terms of age, you’re still my younger sister!”


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    “Well, fine, I’m out of here.”


    I didn’t take Patton seriously, but Ashburn seemed to treat him as a formidable enemy.