After experiencing the brief oppression of pre-exam stress, the vitality and energy of the youths finally returned the moment they walked out of the final examination hall.
Wenxiu Lord rubbed his throbbing temples and collapsed onto his desk with an exhausted expression. The test papers had long been collected by the proctoring professor, and most of the other young wizards had already left the classroom, leaving only a scattered few slumped motionlessly in their chairs just like him.
Severus looked at the young man with his tightly furrowed brows and dark circles under his eyes, and reaching out with a pang of heartache, the back of his hand brushed against the silver-haired boy's cheek, which felt as delicate and smooth as ever.
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