Chapter 384

The desire for bloodshed hidden deep in Andrew's eyes gradually subsided under the familiar presence of Melina. He reached out and held Melina tightly, as though he had been abandoned by the world and was clinging to his last hope. "Angel, you are all I have left." "I'm here." Melina sensed Andrew's profound loneliness and weariness. She remained still, allowing him to hold her. After a long while, Andrew released Melina. He seemed to have calmed down, kissing her gently on her head and saying, "Don't be afraid. I won't do anything today." Melina let out a long sigh of relief. She wanted to ask why he wouldn't do anything today—did that mean he might do something another day? Yet, fearing Andrew's emotions might once again become unstable, she dared not question. Though she was eager to know the situation, Andrew showed no inclination to elaborate. "Let's go. It's the opening of the new shop today." "Okay." With their hands clasped, Melina and Andrew stepped outside. All the onlookers were still gathered outside. As they emerged, eyes instinctively shifted toward Dante. Dante's light gray eyes were fixed on Andrew, expressing provocation, disdain, and concealed jealousy. Andrew said coldly, "Even if you wish to die, do not do so here." Dante turned to Melina, finally feeling a hint of remorse. The impending storm seemed to quieten for the moment. Outside, Morgan could no longer maintain his role as host. What on earth were they discussing inside? Why weren't they coming out? After the music band concluded, it was Dante's turn to perform. With Dante and Andrew's arrival, more and more people flocked to the school to witness the spectacle. As host, Morgan had been speaking for quite a while and felt that if the people inside didn't emerge soon, these fans would rush into the store. After all, they were guests. Even if they claimed they needed to send a package, he couldn't stop them. But if people went in and discovered the relationship between Andrew and Melina, he wasn't sure if he could protect himself. "Morgan, why hasn't my Little Saint come out yet?" "Right? Didn't they say he'd be singing to open the show? How long does it take?" "Why don't you let us in to see? I promise to keep my distance and absolutely won't disturb him." Andrew and Melina finally emerged as Morgan wiped the sweat from his brow for the third time. Stepping out of the shop, Melina immediately let go of Andrew's hand. Andrew's gaze darkened slightly. Seeing this, Dante strode directly to the center. At this moment, all the frenzy seemed to recede in Dante. He obediently stated, "I'm very glad to have been invited to today's opening ceremony. I will be performing a new song of mine." His bright, youthful voice began to sing softly. The warm morning sun seemed to cast a glow upon him, rendering him ethereal, a beautiful yet fragile spirit. It was no wonder fans called Dante their Little Saint. In this era, people were exceptionally accepting. With his white hair and pale eyes, it was evident Dante had albinism, often a consequence of intermarriage. Yet no one looked down upon Dante's origins; most felt sympathy instead. After all, one could not choose their birth or parents. As the song played on, the crowd gradually quietened down. Melina gazed toward the stage, lost in thought. The child who had once shunned the limelight now stood confidently at the center of it all. Andrew's expression darkened further as he leaned closer, his voice low so only she could hear. "Angel, do you think he's handsome?"