"..."
Staring blankly at An Le, who was expressionless and gazing hollowly at her, Bai Yi broke out in cold sweat.
The next second, she forced a somewhat awkward smile out of a strong desire to survive, and said to An Le,
"I... I got it wrong... Haha... Sorry to disturb... Hahaha..."
"..."
An Le just looked at her while Bai Yi hastily lowered her head to pick up the fallen bouquet and, clutching it, fled as if her life depended on it.
But after running just a few steps, reaching the middle of the hallway, Bai Yi, with an ashen face, bit her lip tightly, her small fists clenched.
The next second, she spun around with cheeks puffed out and faced An Le.
She quickly placed her hands by her sides, raised her shoulders, as if trying to make herself appear taller and braver visually, transforming into a "combat mode."
"Tap... Tap... Tap..."
Maintaining this state with puffed cheeks and raised shoulders, she walked toward An Le step by step, and angrily said,
