Luna’s PoV
This morning, Ophelia came to my dorm and asked if I would want to go for a picnic with her. At first, I tried to say no, but she began to throw a tantrum and call me names in front of everyone. I have no other choices but to agree with her wishes.
“Luna, I heard a senior confess to you. Is it true?” I expected this question. Ophelia is jealous of that senior.
“That senior did confess, but I decline. I have no time for love at this moment. Are you jealous?” Ophelia scoffed.
“Jealous? Me? Don’t make me laugh. I was just wondering if it’s true, then, by all means, find yourself a more suitable partner in this lifetime. I’m sure you are in need of one.” What nonsense is she talking about?
“Ophelia, you sound like you wanted me to find a partner. Well, since you’re going t
