My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 428 

Xanthea pointed at him, “If you leave now and I can still forgive you!” 

“What arrogance!” 

Being humiliated by a little girl in front of a crowd, the boy got angry and mised his fist, “Walk away now, or believe me, I beat you too Just then, one of his “subordinates” whispered in his ear, trembling, “Her, her brother is Samuel Lockwood, the bass from upstairs!” 

What? 

Samuel Lockwood?! 

The boy’s face changed immediately, and the next second, the group scattered like birds! 

“Hmph!” 

Xanthea scoffed at their cowardice and moved to help the little boy who had been hit. 

But the boy got up and ran away immediately. 

She stood there, somewhat puzzled, scratching her head as she watched the fleeting figure. 

Why did he run? And so fast? 

Did she come off too fierce and scare him? 

With August around the comer, the city was buzzing with the annual singing competition. As a multi–talented “little star‘ Xanthea was naturally the first to be nominated. Eager to test out her very first original song “Chasing Dreams“, she handed in the lyrics she had 

written. 

However, after reading them, the judges just smiled and encouraged her but didn’t approve of her singing this song. Instead, they chose a conservative and famous song, “Whispering Wings.” 

“Is it because my song is not good?” 

Xanthea looked down at “Chasing Dreams” in dismay, and her friends comforted her. 

“Not, it’s just that nobody knows this song. You might not win if you sing it!” 

“Yeah, yeah, your voice is so beautiful, you’re sure to take first place with “Whispering Wings!” 

Whispering Wings‘ is so famous, it’s definitely a safer choice than your own song!” 

But she didn’t care about winning or singing a famous song; she just wanted to perform her own music on stage. 

On the day of the competition, she wore a lace dress adomed with rose flowers, standing at the center stage like a little fairy. Her clear, melodious voice captivated all the audience. 

Amid a sea of people and thunderous applause, a pair of deep, obsidian eyes quietly and attentively watched her, shining with a bright light 

He held a blooming rose in his arms. 

After the singing competition, Xanthea unsurprisingly won the championship. The audience and fans clapped, screamed, and rushed to the stage to give her flowers. 

Orion also wanted to give her the rose but was pushed away by the bustling crowd before he could reach her. The rose he clutched was trampled and shattered under chaotic footsteps; he tried to protect it, but his hand was stepped on as well. 

Amid the surging crowd, Xanthea, standing high on the stage, witnessed the scene. 

Was that him? 

“Make way, please!” 

She pushed through the crowd and ran to him, “Are you alright?” 

She extended her small, delicate hand towards him. O