She groggily opened her eyes, and Sky Moore was still blow-drying her hair, looking utterly calm.
Lily Smith subconsciously touched her lips and then heard Sky Moore ask her, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
She sat up from the sofa, touched her hair which was almost dry, and then stood up, waving her hand towards Sky Moore, "I'm heading back to the classroom."
"Wait a minute."
The man softly called her to stop, walked over from a nearby counter with an exquisite bag and handed it to her, "You haven't had lunch, I bought you some bread, just make do with it."
Lily Smith glanced at him and took the bag from his hand.
"It's the flavor you've liked since you were little."
Lily Smith remained silent, glanced at the bread—it really was the flavor she liked as a child.
She smirked coldly, "It's tough of you to remember. But..."
Her tone shifted as she looked at Sky Moore and said, "I don't like this flavor anymore. I stopped liking it when I was ten."
