บท 229: KIRAN HOPE

THE voice's owner was a boy with messy reddish-brown hair that looked as if it had not been met by a comb for a few days. His thin frame made his already petite body looked even smaller. His skin was sallow. Add that to his thin body and one could see that this boy was probably not getting the nutrition he needed for his age. 

Astrid wouldn't even be surprised if the other was actually much older than he looked. In his eyes, the boy looked like he was 15-16 years old. But since one of Redwood Academy's requirements for admission was that the student needed to be 18-years-old, the other must be the same age as him. Or maybe even older.

The boy stopped ranting and wiped the tears that welled up in his eyes. And what an amazing pair of eyes the other had. They were the color of sunset – red, orange, even with a hint of gold. It was a very beautiful color. Filled with vitality and determination, these eyes looked like small sun orbs. Beautiful and dazzling.