Staring at herself in the mirror for a few minutes, Memoria Campbell helplessly concluded that no matter how hard she tried, she would always look like this.
With a face full of dejection, she walked out of the restroom, opened the door, and headed downstairs.
Upon reaching the corner of the stairs, she suddenly stopped.
She... she was actually fretting over her appearance in front of him, and this was the first time in her life.
Could it be?!
Memoria raised her hand and pressed it against her forehead.
You're doomed, Memoria, you're doomed!
"Memoria?"
At the end of the stairs, a pleasant male voice called out.
"Oh..." Memoria hurriedly lowered the hand on her forehead, forced a smile, and walked downstairs with a light step, "Good morning, Instructor!"
Leng Xiaoxie stood in front of her, not moving aside.
"What's wrong, headache?"
"No..."
Memoria just said a word before his palm covered her forehead.
