Two rows of small teeth marks...
His face couldn't help but reveal a smile again,
From childhood to adulthood... never been this happy.
.........
The rooftop door was pushed open once again.
Mark Duncan thought it was Stella Noah Jackson returning, subconsciously raised his eyes to look.
But, the person who appeared wasn't Stella Noah Jackson, but an elderly man with a face full of vicissitudes.
"Winston, you've fallen!" The elderly walked over with a walking stick, squinting his eyes, looking at him with a serious expression.
"Why are you here!" Seeing the newcomer, the smile on Mark Duncan's face faded in an instant.
He lowered his arm, dropped his sleeve, covering the marks on his hand.
"I'm here to save you, to pull you back from the abyss of debauchery!" The elderly suddenly laughed... the laugh was somewhat eerie.
.........
When Stella Noah Jackson returned to the classroom, most of her classmates had already returned, some reading books, others chatting.
