"Stop fighting, you guys, stop!" Jasmine Yale cried out anxiously.
But neither of the n listened, neither spoke, they just kept fighting.
It was the first ti Jasmine Yale witnessed n fighting like this, as if they didn’t care about their lives. If this continued, soone would truly get hurt.
Neither of them were amateurs.
And now, Yukon Carbon was clearly at a disadvantage, his denim jacket stained with blood.
Sylvan Cheney wasn’t much better, his clean and crisp suit was full of wrinkles, several shirt buttons were torn off, and his tie was askew.
"Yukon, stop! Sylvan Cheney, stop! Don’t fight!"
Jasmine Yale’s small face was full of anxiety, turning blue, red, and white in turns, helpless, not daring to step forward and intervene.
"I’m begging you, stop fighting, please? Can we sit down and talk instead? Stop fighting..." Jasmine Yale’s voice quavered with tears, her eyes rimd red.
In her gaze towards them was nothing but helplessness and confusion.
But the two n were fighting fiercely, refusing to give up!
At this mont, Sylvan Cheney suddenly reversed the fight, pinning Yukon Carbon to the ground and straddling him to punch relentlessly!
Although he avoided vital areas, Sylvan Cheney’s fists landed solidly on Yukon Carbon’s body!
Like a madman, Sylvan Cheney ruthlessly hit Yukon Carbon, his fists blinded by rage.
"Sylvan Cheney, stop fighting, please stop!" Jasmine Yale fearfully walked over.
Sylvan Cheney had the upper hand, his lips curled with a ruthless sneer, he glanced coldly at Jasmine Yale, his face dark: "Feeling sorry? Huh?!"
"Sylvan Cheney, I’ll go with you, okay? Just stop hitting him, please stop, soone will die like this, are you insane?" Jasmine Yale reached out to pull him.
"Move!" Sylvan Cheney flung his hand aside, face cold, "Jasmine Yale, you’ve got nerve, I’ll settle scores with you."
The Daisy was knocked to the ground by Sylvan Cheney, its golden heart facing the sunset.
The color was the most radiant and bright, yet at this mont, it beca sad and forlorn. The sunset shone lonely on the ground, illuminating the solitary petals of the Daisy.
A teardrop, large as a bean, slipped from the corner of Jasmine Yale’s eye.
Suddenly, it was as if all sounds vanished, leaving only the buzzing of "whirring" in her ears.
Her mind blanked out for a mont.
Under the sunset, her face was exceptionally pale, drained of all color.
An autumn breeze blew, lifting the hem of Jasmine Yale’s skirt, her unfocused gaze scattered and bewildered.
Sylvan Cheney’s fists continued to pound onto Yukon Carbon, each blow fiercer than the last, gritting his teeth, hitting Yukon Carbon like he was an enemy.
Yukon Carbon’s denim jacket was covered in blood, as was the ground.
The air grew thick with the scent of blood.
Perhaps realizing the situation was dire, so students went to call the school security.
Yukon Carbon was already too weak to fight back, allowing Sylvan Cheney’s fists to strike relentlessly, numb from pain, devoid of any sensation.
Sylvan Cheney’s suit also bore blood stains, resembling a wolf in a blood-lust frenzy, ruthlessly assaulting Yukon Carbon.
The blood on the ground resembled blooming red flowers, glaring and horrific.
It seed as if even the sunset was stained with blood, its golden hue turning red, sinking little by little.
The wind blew, stirring up a flurry of fallen leaves, the leaves scraping against the ground, making a slight sound.
The wind howled, the leaves cried softly.
The setting sun enveloped in remaining leaves, yellow sand swept across the earth, dust enveloping the sky.
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