Lin Lan was very beautiful, and the uniform of Huarong School perfectly showed off her figure. Her long hair was styled into a small braid on the left side, making her delicate and charming. When she cried, it was like flowers with rain, evoking pity from those who saw her.
If An Ran were a boy, she would definitely feel heartache.
Unfortunately, she was a woman.
Moreover, a woman who had suffered at Lin Lan's hands, so she had no fondness for Lin Lan at all.
Lin Lan knew An Ran had a grudge against her.
"An Ran, can you forgive me?"
She grabbed An Ran's hand, sincerely apologizing.
At that moment, the class bell rang. An Ran breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her hand out of Lin Lan's grasp. "Class is starting! You should go back first!"
Lin Lan originally wanted to say more.
She thought that An Ran was beaten by that group of girls, and they just cried in front of her, so she softened.
