It was just that Dahlia and Morwenna weren''t quite at that level of friendship yet.


    Dahlia was reserved, so even giving Morwenna a heads-up was the best she could do. There was


    no way she''d go out of her way to offer help.


    Morwenna remembered it but didn''t stress too much about the situation. She always believed in the


    power of reason.


    Before long, Lorna returned, drenched in sweat from ying basketball, and headed to the shower


    after a brief huff upon seeing the two chatting.


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    Meanwhile, Dahliay down to scroll through her phone.


    The dorm grew quiet.


    It was about Morwenna''s bedtime, but she pulled out a book instead.


    Morwenna wasn''t one for phones or video games. Most of her time was for work, and she spent it


    reading.


    Growing up in the mountains, Morwenna cherished even the most tattered books. Upon arriving in


    Rosefrost Hollow, she found the prices at the local bookstore too expensive. She couldn''t justify


    buying many, but thankfully, the university library was free, a small slice of heaven for her.


    She often thought of Melvin and wondered how thrilled he would have been to know she had


    ess to an endless supply of books.


    After reading quietly for a while, Morwenna nced at the clock. It was 11 PM. She yawned, fought


    the urge to continue reading, and put the book down.


    But she wasn''t ready for bed yet. She took out some cashmere yarn and knitting needles instead.


    She had promised to knit a sweater for Stuart before the weather turned chilly, and she dedicated


    an hour each day to the task.


    An hourter, Morwenna decided it was time to sleep after rubbing her sore neck. Anyter, and


    she''d be groggy for sses the next day.


    ncing around the dorm, Dahlia was still on her phone, and Lorna seemed to be gaming on her


    laptop. Both of them appeared wide awake.


    Morwenna drew her bed curtains closed and tried to sleep. As shey there, she pondered whether


    to ask Stuart for help with a problem an upperssman had approached her about. Stuart was well-


    connected in Rosefrost Hollow, and she was confident he could find the right person for the job.


    With that thought, Morwenna drifted off to sleep.


    Morwenna was up at 6 AM the next day, trying not to disturb her still-sleeping roommates as usual.


    She knew their habits well by then. They''d skip breakfast and sleep in if they had no morning


    sses. And then, they would stay upte at night.


    She tiptoed out and headed for the cafeteria, where the food was incredibly affordable. Breakfast


    was two pancakes and a cup of milk for just three dors, an absolute bargain.


    After eating, Morwenna found a quiet corner and pulled out anguage book, practicing her heavily


    ented, somewhat awkward spoken French.


    Her French was weak. Back in the hills, her school had no foreign teacher, and it wasn''t until high


    school in town that she began learning thenguage. Her high school teacher had a thick local


    ent, which didn''t help much. Despite her efforts, without ess to videos, audio learning, or


    conversation practice, she could only rely on rote memorization from textbooks. It resulted in a poor


    showing in French on her college entrance exams, especially in speaking, which was her weakest


    point.


    So, she made it a point to practice speaking French aloud in a quiet corner every morning, following


    the advice that speaking was the key to learning anguage.


    Her practice was abruptly interrupted by snickers from nearby.


    "Listen to that ent. It''s like she''s straight out of the countryside," one voice jeered.


    "With that kind of French, she''d be aughingstock anywhere she went. And to think she was


    chosen as the representative," another interrupted mockingly.