The classroom wasn't particularly large, and it was filled with a variety of painting materials, easels, and various types of drawing boards left by students, creating a different atmosphere than other classrooms.
There was a window on the left.
Warm sunlight streamed through the translucent glass, softly landing on the woman in front, her black curly hair shimmering with a faint golden glow in the sunlight. Her red lips outlined a gentle curve, her demeanor calm and pure, yet her features were extraordinarily charming. There was a delicate warmth about her and a touch of elegance, seemingly unaffected by the mundane world.
No matter where she went, people couldn't help but take more than one look at her face and demeanor.
Olivia Clark happened to look up and see Yvonne Finley, slightly surprised.
