Her clothes were drenched, dew dripping from her attire onto the ground. Her hair, soaked and matted on her face, made her look all the more disheveled.
"My name is Viola Lindsay, as you see, I am a spirit existing in this world. I apologize, I didn't mean to harm anyone."
...
Viola's voice was soft. She did not deliberately describe how miserable and pitiful she was when she was beaten.
She briefly glanced over it, not purposely playing for sympathy, yet unconsciously touching the heartstrings, inciting compassion.
From just a few short sentences, a vivid scene was sketched out, making it clear how isolated and helpless she was.
...
Caroline Edwin put her crossed legs down, let go of the indifference in her eyes, and listened carefully to Viola's words.
The tragedy had already occurred, no words of comfort could soothe the hurt in her heart. All she could do was be a listener.
"I reported them to my teacher in charge, but they collectively accused me of slander."
