By now, he could no longer clearly remember what those people looked like. Even their names were gradually slipping away.
Hey, what was the dean's name again?
I remember my little friend... His name was...
Qingqing? What was Qingqing's full name?
No... no... no, I've forgotten. How could I forget? How could I forget?!
Leo's brows furrowed more and more deeply. His eyes were somewhat vacant, yet there was anger hidden within them. Unconsciously, the small Metal Model in his hand began to twist as well.
The adorable little figure began to deform and writhe wildly and irregularly in his hand, like a constantly leaping flame.
Except those flickering flames were all formed from razor-sharp metal.
It was frightening to look at. Even George, standing nearby, began to feel somewhat afraid.
"Leo? Leo?"
This was the first time George had seen Leo act so strangely. It completely overturned the image of the smart, well-behaved child in his mind. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his body was trembling.
George's expression also turned grim, though not because of Leo's attitude. Rather, he felt somewhat guilty.
He had noticed long ago that something was wrong with Leo, and during these days, he had read quite a few books on psychology.
Judging from what Leo had told them, George had always been somewhat worried about Leo's psychological state.
But after communicating with him for this period of time, George thought that perhaps he had been worrying too much. Maybe there was nothing wrong with Leo after all.
Perhaps Leo had been suppressing something all along. Perhaps something in his heart was resisting, which was why he was unwilling to recall the past, seemingly rejecting the matter unconsciously.
Although there seemed to be no change on the surface, Leo was always busying himself with