Ivy sniffled. "Mm."

"Ivy, are you crying because you're touched?" Elena asked with a smile.

"You’re the one crying." Ivy replied controlling her emotions.

"Hehe, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow."

Ivy hung up the phone, washed her face, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes, as delicate as peach blossoms, held no trace of innocence. Instead, they were filled with a calm resolve and an unshakable ...