After the fall that day, unlike the others who blindly accused her, Wendy Lynch stood up for her in the end. South Grant knew she was a kind-hearted girl.
Now, seeing her worry about the scar on her forehead, South Grant gently brushed aside her bangs, looking at the scar.
"I've suddenly realized something."
Wendy blinked and looked at South Grant.
Seeing Wendy's curious expression, South Grant couldn't help but smile gently and said:
"The shape of this scar looks a bit like a crescent moon. Its light color, paired with your eyes, appears like the entire night sky before me, glittering with starlight."
Wendy was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed.
Since the injury, every time she looked in the mirror, she felt inferior. The servants at home would show pity when they saw the scar on her forehead.
Her mother would sigh each time, and Wendy had always been very self-conscious because of the scar.
