It took three or four tries before Paul Powell finally managed to fold a decent-looking paper heart.
When he returned to his seat, Holly Winslow squinted at Mortimer Quincy. The mention of ninety-nine paper hearts reminded her of something.
"Mortimer Quincy, we need to settle a score. Those ninety-nine paper hearts I folded for you? You threw them in the trash."
Mortimer Quincy: "…"
"I'm going to get some water."
Holly Winslow huffed. 'It's better not to think about the past. The moment I do, I remember Scholar Quincy's unforgivable crimes.'
...
「That evening, in men's dorm room 206.」
After washing his hair, Pantheon saw Mortimer Quincy sitting on the edge of his bed with headphones on, folding something out of a hundred-yuan bill. A closer look revealed he was making a paper heart. There were already seven or eight of them in a gift box, each one perfectly formed, just like the ones Holly Winslow made.
Pantheon: "…"
