“She was that girl that was being troubled by those sophomores I beat up.” Blair says with her casual tone of enthusiasm.
“You aren’t supposed to say that with such big grin.” Azalea turns her sight towards the troubled girl. “Yeah, I remember. I also spent most of my time here in the library back then so I remember you well… though we haven’t talked. You are helping as a student assistant here, right? Then that incident happened. We haven’t seen much of each other afterwards. I understand if you find this i***t terrifying.”
“Umm… not really,” she answers; her head hanging low. “I just don’t know how to approach any of you. I’m sorry that I haven’t thanked you properly after helping me back then.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Blair cheerfully replies. “You probably don’t remember it but you
