As they walked out of the tea restaurant, Millie looked up at the sky, where the sun filled the world with


    a radiant, colorful glow. Everything seemed to be settling into ce.


    Standing next to her, Marcus’ eyes lingered on her soft lips. She was undeniably captivating.


    Millie’s attention snapped back to the present, her thoughts racing. She quickly hailed a taxi and said to


    Marcus, “Oh, no! I need to get to Preagend University. Time is slipping away.”


    Louis, having changed his ns, had already arrived at Preagend University ahead of schedule.


    Watching Millie dash away like a startled rabbit, Marcus was frozen, unable to react.


    Hidden behind a phoenix tree, Leon emerged to watch the slender and lively figure of Millie. A sense of


    guilt weighed heavily on his heart.


    Millie hurriedly reached Preagend University and headed straight to the principal’s office.


    “Mr. Hinks, Preagend University has be even more stunning over these four years. It’s truly


    remarkable how much it has transformed.”


    The voice belonged to Louis, his ent carrying an exotic touch.


    “We’re honored to have you back for a speech after four years, Louis. Your achievements in the field of


    jewelry are remarkable, and our students hold you in high esteem.”


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    Randolph Hinks, the president of Preagend University chuckled warmly. Millie was about to step away


    from the door’s vicinity, but as their conversation concluded, the president noticed her and beckoned


    her in.


    “Millie,e on in.”


    Before the president, who usually exuded a sense of gravity, Millie stepped inside with a degree of


    decorum. Despite her own age, she couldn’t help feeling a student-like reticence when facing her


    former teacher and the president.


    “Hello, Mr. Hinks.”


    Randolph, now in his sixties, exuded vitality. His gaze upon Millie radiated admiration, although he


    soon added with a chuckle.


    “You’re not a student anymore. There is no need to be so formal. Feel at ease.”


    “Greetings, Millie.”


    Lounging on a sofa, Louis, d in a floral shirt, looked at Millie with a mix of surprise and familiarity, his


    chin resting on his hand.


    While Millie’s countenance usually remained concealed by a mask, this time she presented her


    features openly.


    Seeing Louis, Millie responded with an understanding smile. They were old friends.


    “Hello, Louis. It’s been a while.”


    “You’re not wearing a mask now. I wonder what prompted you to finally reveal yourself. You’re truly


    beautiful. It’s a shame you wore that mask.”