The air still held a sharp chill. Camilla rubbed her hands together, thinking to herself that perhaps the reasonable, patient girl she once was had long since frozen to death amid those endless rainy days.
Ever since that day, Cross had been openly acting out in petty spite against her. Not only did he start arriving and leaving everywhere side‑by‑side with Juliette, but he also began having bouquets of red roses delivered to their dorm room every few days.
When girls from other dormitories, unaware of the truth, caught sight of them, they would often stop by to ask curiously.
"Is that man Juliette's boyfriend? Did they have a fight, and now he's trying to make it up to her? He sends flowers every single day. What devotion!"
Camilla set down her study materials calmly. "He is my boyfri
