"It's okay. Let's wait until you feel you don't mind."

Karan's expression relaxed a little.

They slept together, kissing and hugging each other, with their clothes intact. Siovel touched her incision through her clothes and asked her if it still hurt. Karan said there was still a little pain, but it would not affect her actions.

"I think I can go back to school tomorrow."

"I will arrange for someone to follow you."

"No……"

"Don't worry, I won't appear in your sight."

The next day, Karan returned to school.

Leo asked her to meet in the club room.

Karan handed back the club's badge and uniform and said goodbye silently. Leo did not force her to stay, and he even wished her all the best in the future.

He has no shortage of such talents.

Karan felt that she would see more incidents like the downtown bombing in the near future. However, after the death of her adoptive parents, she could not judge the right or wrong of such a radical behavior from the highest point of morality or justice.

She won't be involved anymore.

She didn't want to be reminded of that sad funeral every time she made plans.

When she was leaving the club, Constance happened to come back from outside.

"Are you okay? I heard that you were sick again some time ago." Constance was very surprised to see her.

"Not bad..." Karan coughed.

Constance saw that a great change had taken place in her.

She became more...more conflicted.

The appearance is more fragile and sickly, but the strong spiritual power in his eyes is shocking.

She is more determined and stronger than ever.

"By the way, are you going to visit the students this weekend?" Karan asked Constance.

Constance was stunned and replied: "Sorry..."

After he became the president of the student union, he became extremely busy and rarely participated in activities within the club, let alone extra activities such as "educating black-haired children."

Karan smiled nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, I will take care of the ones you are responsible for."

She turned and left.

Constance watched her figure disappear into the drizzle.

Planning a blueprint like Constance, or being a superior person without personal feelings like Leo, these are not suitable for Karan. She finally understands now that she is an ordinary practitioner, ordinary and pragmatic in her bones,

Rather than writing plans and running for student union president, she is more suitable to do a few specific things within her ability.

She felt that teaching black-haired children to read, finding ways to vaccinate them, and using her own money to buy them books were what she wanted to do.

Maybe it's something very small and not worth mentioning.

But she can convince her conscience, and maybe she can have a longer-term impact like a butterfly effect.

"Karan, wait!"

Karan heard the sound and turned around in the rain. Constance shouted on the stairs: "You are already great! Both academically and mentally, you are very, very strong! I really admire you!"

Karan smiled at him, waved, held up his umbrella and left.

They had been stuck in a cold stalemate and had their differences, but now everything seems to have been resolved.

By the end of the semester, Karan had almost adapted to this life.

When summer came, she tried to get an opportunity to go to the Republic for exchange.

But Xiovir refused directly.

Karan felt very unhappy.

Xiovir's arbitrary behavior reminded her of her "slave" status. Although she never admitted it, and Xiovir rarely mentioned it, in the empire, at this moment, black-haired people did not have citizenship rights.

Her "owner" can decide whether she stays or goes.

After the overseas exchange project fell through, Karan and Xiovel had a cold war for a while.

At the beginning of July, Arnold was also out of school. He seemed to have no intention of returning to his country. Raphael had been complaining to Karan that his mother's temper was getting worse and worse - because her marriage to Siovel was becoming more and more tense.

Her precious little son never came back to visit her.
Chapter completed!