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The young man bowed very low and brought his head towards me. I gripped the pebbles that were on the ground. I'm ready to punch him if he intends to hurt me.
When my hand was raised, suddenly, the young man pulled the hood of his jacket back. His black hair swayed down to his forehead. He has a symmetrical face shape with defined cheekbones and a nose.
He looked at me and gave me a sinister smile.
Moon goddess! I screamed inside. Who is this handsome and beautiful creature?
I shivered at the sight. Even with such a cynical smile, he looked extremely handsome and charming.
"Welcome, Aunt!"
"W-what? AUNT? Who are you?"
He'd probably be about the same age as me–if he was human. But I have my doubts. He could be hundreds of years old. Their faces are deceiving.
He was still squ
