"I indeed don't hate her as much as you do," Mia Ginger said truthfully.
"The choice is yours." Windsor Myres finished speaking, pushed open the door, and went into the dormitory.
Mia Ginger was taken aback, her face froze, watching her through the window.
Windsor Myres took a bag out of the cabinet, randomly stuffed two things inside, didn't say a word, and turned around to leave.
It was obvious she wouldn't be attending the afternoon classes either.
Mia Ginger pressed her hand on her chest, feeling suffocated, and didn't return immediately.
She turned around and gazed at the sky from afar.
She certainly understood Windsor Myres's feelings; her likes and dislikes were written all over her face, and that's just her nature, which she also understood.
Just like her attitude towards Blair Chester from start to finish, it was plain as day.
