"Thank you, Melina. I'm your senior, yet I still troubled you to help correct my work."
In the corridor, Adele looked apologetically at the quiet, black-haired girl before her.
"It's all right. I'm happy I could help you."
Melina held her hands behind her back and tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile on her lips.
Her tone was light and natural, with a warmth that made people unconsciously lower their guard.
As Adele watched her, a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside her.
Though the girl before her was hardly stunning and would not draw much attention in a crowd, Adele often sensed a unique air about her that even she herself did not possess.
It was something elusive, a composure and mystery seemingly settled deep in her bones. Occasionally, it slipped out unbidden and made one's heart tremble.
And now, with Melina's head slightly tilted and her hands behind her back, that perfectly measured smile made Adele's heart give a sudden flutter.
She could not help shaking her head and said, half joking:
"Melina, you're really charming sometimes. If I were a boy, I'd definitely have fallen in love with you by now."
"Oh, Adele, you're exaggerating."
Melina waved her hands with a smile. Then, as though something had suddenly occurred to her, she rested a finger against her chin in thought.
"Actually, never mind liking me. I met an older student at the Exchange Meeting who disliked me from the moment we met."
Adele immediately turned serious. "Really? Who was he? I'll go demand an explanation for you!"
"There's no need."
Melina hastily waved her hands, her voice regaining its earlier lightness.
"He seemed to dislike me because he already had someone he liked."
At that, Adele immediately calmed down.
She nodded, understanding and relief in her