Silvanus had barely landed when he tossed his jacket straight toward Matthew. Matthew fumbled a little but managed to catch it.
Silvanus walked over to rinse his face, and Matthew trailed behind him, lips pressed tightly together.
Over the past year, Matthew seemed to have finally absorbed enough nutrients and had begun to grow taller. Although still a bit shorter than Silvanus, he no longer looked as small and frail as before.
He remained quiet and reserved, but more people had begun to notice him — a diligent bookworm, not outstanding but always maintaining a top-five position in class, primarily since he was known as Silvanus's close friend.
Matthew pushed his glasses up. He no longer had the appearance of a poor boy, yet in front of Silvanus, he always seemed timid and fragile.
"Silvanus, you're not playing anymore? Did I bother you?"
Silvanus shook his hair, sending droplets flying everywhere. Matthew could only shut his eyes.
