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'Shit…! I fucked up!'
Amos regretted it the moment the words left his lips.
He was in such a rush to not let that girl speak that he even forgot he didn't look at all like he used to back when he attended the Imperial Academy of Oriana. Even if they were to grow an extra pair of eyes, it was almost impossible for his old classmates to recognize him.
Not only was his expression much more gloomy and haggard now than ever before, but the impact of the constant setbacks and shocks over the past few years seemed to have aged the previously dashing boy's glowing skin by almost a decade.
Although he still looked like he could pass off as the eye-candy member of a boy band, even Amos knew that his charm was 'slightly' reduced when compared to before.
This was evidenced by the fact that girls no longer seemed to swoon whenever he passed by, and a few even flinched away upon seeing him approach.
