Even after eight years had passed, and Theresa was in her fifties, she still looked about as old as a newborn baby in Fu Hua's eyes.
Having gotten her answer, Theresa left in satisfaction.
Leaving Fu Hua utterly bewildered.
She took off her red-framed glasses and carefully wiped them, as though a speck of dust too tiny to notice had once fallen on them.
St. Freya really was a strange place.
Even after two years, she still couldn't remain unmoved by the things that happened here.
This was precisely what humanity was.
Compared to the cold European headquarters, Fu Hua preferred St. Freya.
She shook her head and commented, "Blindly seeking others' approval instead of staying true to oneself and having one's own principles is like the father and son riding a donkey—losing oneself in the endless search. From that perspective, the principal really is a child."
"Unless someone helps her escape the sea of suffering that is comparison."
Still, it wasn't a big deal.
Let the principal amuse herself.
Fu Hua shook her head, ignored the principal, and turned to walk away.
Theresa continued seeking others' approval.
She found someone.
Flame-red hair, symbolizing a fiery passion.
Murata Himeko.
Himeko was still directing the reserve students as they operated their exoskeletons when a petite figure suddenly sidled up beside her.
Alert.
She turned around to find Theresa gazing at her gloomily.
Theresa had Judas slung over her back.
"Isn't this the principal?"
Reason told Himeko that when faced with Theresa running around carrying a cross, it was best not to press too hard.
"What is it?"
"Himeko, am I really that old?"
That question immediately pulled Himeko back to two days ago, when Zhao Bai had come over and shamelessly flaunted his affection.
Coincidentally, it had been this same construction