"Teacher Teresa, I want to, I want to..."
The purple-haired girl Kloe hesitated before Teacher Teresa, unable to bring herself to speak.
Teacher Teresa had already wiped her face clean, revealing her true features.
She was a gentle, serene woman with light brown hair tied in a simple, practical style suited for housework and labor.
Having just finished crying, her eyes were still swollen and red. She had not wanted to lift her head again, but Kloe's voice made her force herself to gather her spirits. Softly, she said, "What is it, Kloe?"
Perhaps no one in this world understood Kloe better than Teacher Teresa. Likewise, no one understood Teacher Teresa better than Kloe. She embraced Teacher Teresa and said, "Teacher Teresa, I know it's not appropriate to make such a request at a time like this, but... I hope you can bring the children to Jenis Royal Academy to visit our school festival. I think a festival like this might help you put aside some of the pain of losing the orphanage and bring you a little comfort... We're putting on a play called White Flower Love Poem. Do you like the name?"
"White Flower Love Poem?"
As she savored the name, gusts of cool wind drifted in from the sky. The fragrance of the white magnolias in Manoria Village soon reached the nearby orphanage, and Teacher Teresa instantly understood the meaning behind the words:
"White Flower Love Poem... a poem of magnolia blossoms, then... What a beautiful name. What kind of story is it?"
Seeing that Teacher Teresa was interested, Kloe felt deeply relieved. "It's the story of a noble knight and a commoner knight competing for the love of a white princess. I believe it must be a very, very beautiful story. I'm sure you'll like it,