Warren's POV:
When the six of us broke into three groups, we each chose a path and continued exploring the forest.
Tom and I were in the same group but neither of us spoke a word. I was a withdrawn man, so talking didn't come naturally to me. But it was strange for Tom, a loud and lively student of Class A, to stay eerily silent.
He would only say a few words whenever we came across some wild animals.
At first, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. But when I spotted a familiar black tattoo on his arm, I felt that I had seen that pattern somewhere.
Tom seemed to have noticed that I was observing him. Without a word, he pulled down his sleeves and covered the black tattoo from my sight.
Shortly after, it started raining—hard. It quickly became difficult to walk along the muddy mountain road. Just then, the ground began to shake violently.
"A wild elephant's passing nearby." Tom could tell only by the sound. I couldn't help but steal a glance at him in awe.
He smiled at me and continued to walk forward.
Tom had a distinct look. He had a large black mole on the corner of his forehead, and he was obviously fit. He had a tough look about him, but upon a closer look, there seemed to be a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
A blurry memory was stirring in my mind, but I still couldn't remember how I knew Tom.
Finally, I couldn't help but ask him bluntly, "Have we met before?"
"I don't think so. You've probably mistaken me for someone else. People say I have a common face." Tom didn't even look at me as he answered. It was as though he didn't take my question seriously.
Soon we reached a cliff.
The cliff was so steep that we couldn't see the bottom, only mist. The strong wind blowing up from the bottom of the cliff was so violent that it whipped at our clothes. And it was howling. We could barely hear each other over the sound of the wind.
I found steady footing then gestured at Tom, indicating for him to look for the blue cornflower.
But as we walked around the cliff in circles, we didn't see any signs of the cornflower. Just then, the wind stopped howling. It was still raining, but the dark clouds in the sky parted slightly, allowing the sunlight to pierce through.
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