My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 429 

Xanthea wetched his retreating figure, her heart filled with increasing confusion. 

Why did he always run away whenever he saw her? Was she really that scary? 

She looked down and saw a crushed rose on the ground, picking it up. 

Was this his? 

The grand hall was still bustling, filled not just with judges and her classmates, but also her fans. Him holding a flower could it mean he was one of her fans too?. 

Then why did he run away? 

“Xan, what are you staring at?” 

“That little weirdo? What’s so interesting about him? Come on, let’s take a photo 

‘”‘Little, weirdo?” 

Xanthea frowned, a classmate nodded, “Yeah, don’t you know?” 

“There’s a lot of gossip going around. They say he was bom under a bad sign, causing his parents‘ deaths, and he’s mute. He wears a mask and sunglasses to hide his ugliness. His face is covered with hideous scars. Once, someone pulled his mask off, and it scared everyone!” 

Scared everyone? 

Xanthea remembered the time he was bullied by a group of boys and remained silent, a pang of compassion flashing in her eyes. 

To have lost his parents so early and unable to speak, bullied without a way to fight back, wasn’t he just too pitiful? “Why does he have scars on his face?” 

“I heard he was bumed in a big fire, but who knows if it’s true.” 

Burned? 

Xanthea paused, suddenly remembering the little boy she and her uncle had saved from a fire in an abandoned building on the outskirts half a year ago. His left face was burnt too, could it be him?!! 

“Which side of his face was bumt?” 

“Who knows? Let’s stop talking about him and take a photo!” 

As dusk fell, the gloomy sky began to drizzle, and Xanthea stood at the school gate when her wristwatch phone suddenly rang. 

The housekeeper called, saying the car had broken down on the way and would be late to pick her up, asking her to wait in the classroom. 

She wandered idly in the corridor, thinking about how Samuel was away at a math camp and couldn’t accompany her to and from school anymore. She wondered if the boy she saw at noon was the same one she and her uncle had saved from the fire. 

Lost in thought, she looked up and saw that boy at the end of the corridor?! 

Dark clouds loomed, and the rain drizzled. He sat alone on the steps, watching the misty rain. His school uniform pants were soaked by the rain, and his back looked like a pitiful, abandoned puppy. 

She excitedly dashed towards him, her footsteps startling him. 

He tumed around, and upon seeing her, hesitated for a moment before standing up. 

Xanthea, realizing he was about to run away like before, shouted, “Don’t run!” 

He froze. 

Xanthea was surprised 

Books said congenital mutes were often deaf too. Since he was born mute, how could he understand her and react so quickly? 

Could it be those were all rumors? 

He wasn’t mute, he just didn’t want to speak? 

“Don’t run. I won’t come over!” 

“I’m just bored and want someone to talk to! Let’s talk, it’ll be fun, kr 

“Are you also waiting for someone too? Are they late too?” 

00:57 

He stood with his back to her head lowered, silent. But Xanthea didn’t mind. 

If you don’t wanna talk, that’s okay” Remembering he was a fan, she offered, “How about I sing you a song? 

Without waiting for his response, she started sin