"Are you okay?"
A girl entered, her long hair casually draping down.
A big T-shirt, shorts, with a pair of straight, washed-out long legs.
Her features were a typical bold beauty, with an openly beautiful and forthright aura.
"I'm fine, thank you." Bella Woods didn't know what to say for a moment.
Meanwhile, the broadcast announced that the ceremony was about to begin.
Bella Woods instinctively wanted to walk out, but she paused when she looked down at her clothes.
"Are you... Bella Woods, the freshman representative for the speech?" the other girl suddenly asked.
"You know me?"
"I've seen your photo when I helped the senior organize some materials before." The girl fiddled with her long hair, then stared at Bella Woods' spaghetti strap top.
And the shirt in her hand was still wet, stained with indelible coffee marks.
