In the silent Cemetery, Lana called out to the boy's back, "Wait! I read those poems, they're really good!"
The girl's call and words seemed to hold a certain magic, and the boy stopped and slowly turned around.
It was a cold, late night, yet he was only wearing a thin shirt. Beneath his black, curly hair was a pale face.
A sickly expression curved into a smile, and the boy carefully averted his gaze, "You... you've read my poems?"
"Of course. I read those poems, they're very good!"
Lana was very curious about this mysterious boy. She asked, "What's your name?"
"By... Byron."
Chloe playfully poked Lana's soft waist, "Wow, he's handsome, like Hamlet in Shakespeare, melancholic and world-weary."
Lana ignored Chloe's teasing. She slowly approached Byron, looking at the boy's high nose. "So, why did you write this poem for me?"
Byron slowly raised his head, his eyes slightly dazed as he reached out to touch Lana's cheek. "Because you inspired me."
"Get away from her!"
A shout broke the silence of the Cemetery. Clark, wearing a brown jacket, appeared from nowhere. Ever since hearing Gino's account this morning, a weight had been on his mind. Clark had also been keeping a close eye, secretly following Lana and Chloe to the Cemetery.
Like a rough football linebacker, his solid shoulder slammed into Byron.
"Clark!"
Lana was surprised by Clark's sudden appearance, but she was more concerned about Byron, who had been knocked down by Clark and whose head had hit a tombstone.
The boy groaned, then his head tilted, and he peacefully closed his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Lana glared at the reckless Clark, not in the mood to scold him, and quickly walked over to Byron.
She reached out and checked for a breath. Fortunately, the boy was clearly still alive, but his even paler face proved that he had already fainted.
Lana pursed her lips, "He's passed out. He might have a concussion, depending on how serious it is."
Clark, feeling guilty, touched his head, "This is my fault."
Chloe was also worried, "He's not...dead, is he?"
Lana made a quick decision, "We need to get him to the Town Hospital quickly!"
Clark helped Byron up, and the group hurried towards the hospital.
"Stupid, all of them are stupid doctors!"
At Town Hospital, Lionel angrily tapped his cane on the hospital corridor.
The hard cane struck the colored tiles, producing a "crack" sound.
"Be quiet, this is a hospital. Many patients are already resting," Gino said, helplessly holding Lionel's arm.
Just after school, Lionel had been pestering Gino to accompany him to the hospital.
But as expected, when the doctor informed Lionel that his vision still couldn't be restored, he once again vented his anger in the hospital, making the young man very embarrassed.
Gino released Lionel and said without any politeness, "If you choose to go to Metropolis and find all the top medical experts, I believe the blindness problem can be solved."
He knew Lionel's purpose for staying here was nothing more than for the mysteries of the town.
His so-called biological father wasn't young anymore.
Once a person achieved success and fame, the only thing that troubled them was always the same: the eternal, unchanging topic of death.
From Alexander the Great to the emperors of the East, throughout history, all those who reached the pinnacle of life undoubtedly yearned for immortality.
And Smallville clearly hid many mysteries; perhaps Lionel believed that among them lay the secret to his longevity.
In short, Gino didn't believe the old man was just hoping for his company.
"I just want you to spend more time with me," Lionel said, looking pitiful, but Gino remained unmoved.
"So, is the doctor okay?"
"Just a scratch, a little blood."
At the other end of the corridor, Clark, Lana, and the third person were walking with a pale-faced young man.
"Gino?"
Clark was the first to see Gino, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. "Looks like your friends are here too." Lionel put away his pitiful expression and spoke in a calm tone: "I won't disturb your chat."
After saying that, the old man left, leaning on his cane.
"What's going on?"
Gino's eyes swept over the three people behind Clark, but his gaze lingered more on the pale-faced boy.
"This is the guy who gave Lana the love letter." Clark lowered his voice.
"Oh." Gino nodded, then glanced at the silent corridor around them: "This isn't a good place to talk. Let's go somewhere else."
The Never Sleeps Cafe.
Chloe had been avoiding Gino, so only four people sat at a table.
Gino and Clark, Lana, and Byron, who was currently devouring his meal.
"I've never eaten anything this delicious."
Byron looked like he hadn't eaten in ages, wolfing down his food.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, Byron," Clark said, apologizing first with a look of guilt.
Byron smiled indifferently, touching the back of his head, and said, "It's okay. I could tell you cared about your girlfriend."
"Uh, she, she's not my gir..."
"Gino, how are Uncle Lionel's eyes?"
Clark's untimely question was cut off by Lana, who abruptly changed the subject.
"Well, it's complicated," Gino said, taking a sip of his coffee. He didn't want to talk about Lionel, who was a bit of an oddball.
But, the moment he heard the name "Lionel," Byron seemed to be jolted by electricity, immediately standing up.
His green eyes flashed with hatred as he glared at Gino. "Are you Lionel's child?"
It was as if the name Lionel was poison, or perhaps the trigger that set Byron off.
"Is there a problem?"
Gino frowned at Byron's hostile attitude, standing up as well, unwilling to be outdone. His tall frame towered over Byron.
The previously harmonious atmosphere solidified, becoming heavy.
Clark also stood up, staring at Byron to show his position.
If those two fought, he would help Gino, help Gino not kill Byron.
Two pairs of eyes stared at each other, not backing down.
It seemed that the two would start fighting at any second.
Byron clenched his fists tightly, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
He glanced at the dark night outside the window and then at the clock on the wall.
"It's nothing, it's just that dawn is breaking, I need to go back!"
Byron glared fiercely at Gino, ignoring the bewildered Clark and Lana. After leaving this sentence, he turned and quickly left, pushing the door and walking out of the cafe.
The tense atmosphere immediately dissipated.
After he left,
Byron's strange behavior made Clark frown.
"His upbringing is terrible."
Clark sat back down, unable to help but complain, defending Gino.
The initial guilt vanished, and Clark now disliked Byron even more.
Lana watched Byron's departing figure thoughtfully: "He seems a bit mysterious. Perhaps there's something hidden?"
"After all, no one hates someone for no reason."
"Who knows," Gino said, watching Byron's departing back. His tone was somber. "Smallville is never short on weird things and weird people."
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