In Class One's classroom, Tang Wutong looked like a completely different person from the listless, despondent girl she had been a few days ago.
Today, she had deliberately dressed herself up. The girl, who usually wore no makeup and carried herself with an elegant, refined air, had rarely put on a light touch of makeup. It only made her already stunning features appear even more pristine and ethereal.
She wore a white long-sleeved collared shirt on top, its soft fabric visibly of excellent quality, paired with a brown tie patterned in white at the collar.
A black lace-up corset was cinched around her waist, its crisscrossed front ties fashioned into a neat, lovely bow. Like the decoration on a gift box, it looked as though one tug would open the present. Below, she wore a black gradient midi skirt. The corset-and-long-skirt combination outlined the girl's graceful, lovely figure perfectly. Whenever the hem swayed lightly, it offered a faint glimpse of her long, straight legs.
At that moment, Tang Wutong was overflowing with unconcealed happiness.
Her eyes curved into crescents as she casually swung her legs beneath the desk. Yet she was tall and long-legged, so her toes occasionally brushed the floor, making faint little sounds.
Huo Yutong and Xiao Xiao could tell at a glance that Tang Wutong had definitely run into something good. Given her earlier behavior, Xiao Yi had surely returned to the academy. Both girls felt somewhat sour inside, as if they had been excluded and left behind.
The two of them simply watched Haji-Tong, who was happily swinging her legs, with gloomy little looks.
Being stared at like that made Tang Wutong uncomfortable all over. She slowly stopped swinging her legs, reined in her cheerful aura, sat properly, and put on a serious expression.
"Wutong, has