Hannah and Wayne Lane stood side by side, waving goodbye to everyone in front of the academy's gates.
A female student, on good terms with Hannah, pulled her aside to whisper something.
Professor Lawrence also called Wayne Lane over.
It was still morning, the sun had just peeked out a little, and the light wasn't too dazzling, with layers of white clouds.
The wind rustled the leaves, and Wayne Lane still wore his perpetual, icy expression, his facial features sharp and well-defined, embodying both the flamboyance of youth and the steadiness of a man.
Professor Lawrence placed a hand on Wayne Lane's shoulder, "You're already eighteen, an adult now. Take good care of Hannah when you're outside. She's strong-willed, and you two are quite alike. Don't start bickering for the thrill of it; there will be no one to break up your fights out there."
Professor Lawrence understood Hannah's character.
