Now, he was surrounded by geniuses—heirs of renowned families, prodigies born with talent, wealth, and prestige.
"No…" Yin whispered under his breath, his voice shaking—not from fear, but defiance.
His fist trembled at his side, tightening until his knuckles turned white.
"I'll prove them all wrong."
Calvin and Edith's POV
In a quiet, shadowy alley, the air was thick with tension—not from danger, but the awkward silence hanging between the two figures.
Edith buttoned up her shirt, her body still damp with sweat. Calvin stood nearby, turned away, his face flushed red, a mixture of embarrassment and something he couldn't name.
Edith gently tapped him on the shoulder.
"Thanks…" she mumbled, her tone softer than usual.
Calvin turned slightly, avoiding eye contact. "You… You're welcome."
"I mean… thanks for helping me make the milk packs with my ability." She laughed nervously, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Haha, yeah—n-no problem. It's… it's your ability, after all."
