Mia Ginger was even more amused as she walked over to the table to grab the class roster.
Roy Anders watched her back and let out a breath of relief.
After not seeing her for a few months, Mia Ginger seemed even more beautiful than he remembered.
Still delicate and slender, but not as thin as before, when it felt like she could topple over with a gust of wind, almost malnourished.
Right now, maybe because she's been hospitalized, her skin was even fairer and cleaner, so pristine it looked like it would break at a touch.
In the April weather, she wore a navy-blue uniform-style short jacket, with a ruffled collar turned outwards, narrow sleeves hugging her waist, and the hem flaring slightly from her waist, suddenly making her figure perfectly balanced, graceful like a new lotus.
Still so elegant and beautiful that just a glance made people develop affection.
But no one dared approach easily anymore.
