A gray-haired man at the back of the crowd saw the scene upstairs and his pupils contracted sharply! This Cymbeline Jennings...
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"Aurelia Shaw!" Mason Nightshade's voice suddenly rang out. The man, who was usually so aloof and indifferent, now displayed panic on his face. His pupils contracted, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line as he ran chaotically in that direction.
Hearing the voice, Aurelia turned her head and glanced, catching sight of Mason's panicked and anxious figure from the corner of her eye. She thought chaotically to herself, "Oh no, I've made him worry again. I don't know how to explain this to him later," and abruptly grabbed Cymbeline Jennings's wrist with her long, beautiful fingers.
