My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

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At the back, a chubby boy raised his hand.

"He's a mute. He can't speak!".

"Hahahaha!!!"

"Mutel Mute The air immediately filled with riotous laughter, the bam mockery making Orion's small hands clutch the hern of his shirt tightly Hyman was a bit surprised How could there be a mute kid?

He walked over to check on him, a girl, emboldened by the jeeing crowd and Hyman's approach, maliciously yanked off his mask, "Do mutes not have mouths or what ANI When the boy's left cheek, disfigured with a hideous scar, was revealed, it startled everyone. Hyman's steps halted.

"That's homlying!"

"Freak!"

"Monster"

"No wonder he always wears a mask. Without it, he'd scare everyone to death!"

Endless attacks and mockery came from all directions like a tidal wave, drowning him.

Orion's face turned pale, his eyes deep and deep like a bottomless pool. He picked up his mask and put it back on.

Hyman put an end to the commation, forbidding anyone from causing a ruckus again, but soon, this gossip spread everywhere.

"Did you hear about the kid next door who always wears a mask? He's a monster!"

"One side of his face is all scars, like a devil. Its terrifying"

"heard he was bom a freak and even caused his parents' deaths. That's why no one ever picks him up!"

The rumors grew increasingly exaggerated, filled with mockery and disdain, gradually turning into discrimination.

A group of bored boys heard about this and gathered to discuss teaching the 'scary ugly freak" a lesson. After the exercise, they waited at the stairwell, surrounding Orion as he passed by

"Stop!"

"You freak, did you hear us?"

Orion didn't stop, his expression calm, as if he had grown indifferent and numb to such insults.

Seeing him ignore them, the group charged at him, attempting to pull off his sunglasses and mask, While Orion could handle one or two, faced with a swarm, he could only clutch his head tightly to avoid showing his face, enduring the rain of punches.

"Is there a fight going on over there?"

"They're beating up a freak. Why bother?"

"What are you doing?!"

Having just returned from the playground, Xanthea heard the commotion, curiously pushed through the crowd, and saw four or five boys beating up a little boy.

That little boy looked somewhat familiar,

"Mind your own business, get lost!"

The boys yelled while people around were pulling Xanthea away, "Xan, maybe we should not intervene? It's scary"

Xanthea frowned, furious, "They're bullying the weak, I'm definitely intervene. Stop it"

The girl's clear, tender voice rang out, and the boy who had been cold and emotionless even while being beaten, suddenly showed a hint of panic in his eyes.

Is it her?

The deepest sense of shame and inferiority surged up inside him. He tightened his grip.

He wasn't afraid to expose himself in front of anyone, nor did he pare about was anyone's gaze, but. Xone was terrified of the angel seeing him in his pathetic, ugly state.

"A bold one, huh?"

The boys stopped. The leader of the at group took a gatea land eat was struck by her beauty. “Well, what do we have hem

little girl? For your sake, we'll forgive what you just said. But don't medde in our business?